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High Havs and Holidays in Old England and Hew England, 


THE 


Fourth of July in New England 


AKD THE 


Fifth of November, in Old England. 


BY 


UNA LOCKE and ZAIDA YORKE. 


What h;ith this day deserved ? What hath it done. 

That it in polden letters should be set 

Anionp: the high tides in the calendar P—Shak.speark. 

The old man’s children keep the holiday, 

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CARLTON A LxVNAIIAN. 

SAN FRANCISCO: E. THOMAS. 
CINCINNATI': HITCHCOCK & WALDEN. 


SUNDAY'SCHO oT' D E P A ft T M N T. 






Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1870, 

BY CARLTON & LANAHAN, 

in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for 
the Southern District of New York, 


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CONTENTS 


THE FOURTH OP JULY IN NEW ENGLAND: 

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I. The Glorious Fourth t 

II. The Lion and the Eagle 33 

THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER IN OLD ENGLAND: 

HI. Fifth op November. 52 

lY. Guy Fawkes.. 122 


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Playino Gmr Fawkes 2 

Q The Conspirators Frightened 80 

0 Guy Fawkes in the King’s Bed-chamber 113 





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Fourth of July in Ne¥ England. 




CHAPTEE I. 

“THE GLORIOUS FOURTH.” 

“ The red-coats merrily crossed the sea, 

And the hills cried out in wonder 
At the beat of drum, at the trumpet’s glee, 

And the cannon’s brazen thunder.” 

DEAE ! did ever any thing so 
disappointing happen ! ” It was a 
very mournful voice which came from 
the breakfast-room, and it sounded to 
Fanny very like her brother Henry’s. - ‘‘ Harry 
particularly invited me^ mamma.” 

Fanny, much excited, burst into the room just 
as her mamma was saying. 

Yes, I know, my dear, But how can you 



8 Fourth of fuly in New E^igla^id. 

go? You see you can’t wear a boot, or even 
a slipper ? ” 

“What is it, Henry, darling?” said Fanny, 
impetuously. 

Henry held out his foot, encased in one of ’ 
grandpapa’s stockings and slippers. 

“He sprained it more than we thought when 
he caught your canary yesterday,” explained 
tbeir mother. 

“ I suppose I might as well give it up first as 
last,” said her brother, trying to look cheerful. 
“ But why need it happen ? And no fault of 
mine, none at all, was it, dear mother ? ” 

, “Ho, indeed,” said Fanny, warmly, “it was 
all through your kindness; I would have lost 
poor little Bobby if you hadn’t climbed the tree 
for him. But I sha’n’t go if you can’t. I don’t 
wish to leave you. I shouldn’t take the least 
comfort.” 

“ O no, sister, you mustn’t stay with me. I 
shall be more than ever disappointed if you 
do not go and see every thing, and then tell me 


Fourth of fuly in New E^tgland. 9 

about it. It will be as near going myself as any 
thing can possibly be j you tell a story so nicely, 
it is like going to a panorama to hear you. And 
I shall have a splendid time with grandpapa 
and grandmamma, and father will be here part 
of the time besides.” 

“You are a brave boy,” said his mother, 
“ and quite right to take comfort in the thought 
that it was not through some wrong-doing you 
met your accident. If any hurt or disappoint- 
ment comes to us while we are doing what we 
know is right, we must consider that it is per- 
mitted by our wise and good Father in heaven 
for some good purpose, and this should make us 
cheerful.” : 

“Plenty more Fourth of Julys coming, my 
boy,” said his grandfather, who had just entered 
the room. “ Just think how many I have seen ! 
And I hope you will live to see and enjoy as 
many.” 

“ How many, grandpa ? ” asked Prescott. 

I have seen seventy-four of them,” said his 


lO Fourth of July in New Englmtd. 

grandfather, “but I don’t think I remember 
more than seventy.” 

“ Why, grandpa, you don’t look a quarter so 
old ! ” exclaimed Prescott. 

“That is because grandpa wasn’t always 
crying when he was a little boy,” said Fanny, 
pointedly. 

“ Is that the reason his hair isn’t any grayer ? ” 
interrogated the child. 

But now breakfast was ready, and nobody 
noticed Prescott’s last question ; though, between 
you and me, I think that was one reason his hair 
was no grayer. 

Fanny and Prescott cared but little about 
breakfast. The excitement of going to the city, 
such a distance away, was sufficient food for 
them. After prayers, they started with their 
mother immediately for the train ; and, as they 
were to be absent three days, Henry began to 
look about him for amusement and occupation 
which should not soon be exhausted. This first 
day^n the large, lonesome old house he decided 


Fourth of July in New Englmid. 1 1 

to spend in finishing a work-box for Fanny’s 
birthday. In looking for glue, his father sent 
him to a huge chest, the contents of which were 
rarely disturbed. Turning over the musty, 
worm-gnawed pamphlets and newspapers, he 
came upon an unsuspected treasure. It was a 
bundle of newspapers, yellow and worn^ which 
were published in Boston just after the fight at 
Lexington. How exciting the time ! 

“ Blood has been shed ! ” were the words 
that went hoarsely through the commonwealth. 
Yes, it had come to that at last. ^‘Kepre- 
sentation or no taxation,” t*he people had said. 
“ Let us represent ourselves in the mother land.” 
But the grown child was treated like an infant 
not out of the cradle, who knew nothing what 
it was crying after. ‘‘You must be taxed, and 
you shall not represent yourselves ;” that was 
the beginning of it, and now there had been 
blood shed. There was running of bullets, each 
man for his own “ queen’s arm melting of 
thanksgiving pewter-platters, and making with 


1 2 Fourth of July in New England, 

rapid fingers, which would hold firm though 
the heart might tremble, the homespun gar- 
ments for the beloved forms that went out and 
might never return. And William Pitt was 
saying in, the House of Commons, “ The Amer- 
icans have been wronged — they have been driven 
to madness by injustice ! Will you punish them 
for the madness you have occasioned ? ” 

With some self-denial Henry laid aside these 
old exciting papers in order to save them for 
the next day, the Fourth, and economize in this 
way his amusements ; since he could not even 
so much as go out with the boys on his father’s 
farm to fire any sort of a salute. So he went 
on whittling and gluing and varnishing, and, 
with various appeals to his grandmamma for 
admiration of his work, the day passed very 
well. 

“ They are going to fire the old cannon from 
the top of Antler’s hill to-morrow morning,” 
said Sam Robinson, head man on the farm. He 
purelended to be talking entirely to Henry, who 


Fourth of yuly in New England. - 13 

sat in tlie kitchen door over his work, hut he * 
meant the information for Deborah as well. 
And Deborah answered, 

“ Let them, then. I like to see boys have a 
good time, and they ought to understand all 
about Independence day, and celebrate it with 
a hearty good will.” 

lllever saw such a self-glorifying nation in 
all the days of my life,” said Sam. 

“You might, then, if you’d cross the ocean,” 
retorted Deborah, “for i’ts all inherited. It’s 
the mother’s blood that runs in the children’s 
veins. And I shouldn’t wonder if there was a 
little of it in the land you came from.” 

Sam was a Pictou man, from Nova Scotia. 
He was’ very fond of Yankee Deborah, and 
admired her smartness, though he feigned quite 
the contrary, and lost no opportunity for calling 
out a retort from her. . 

“Now, my love,” said Grandma Prescott to 
Henry, as she bathed his ancle before he went 
to bed, “ I would not be uneasy, and try to get 


14 Fourth of yuly in New England, 

up, even to look out, when the firing begins 
to-morrow ; you must keep this poor foot 
quiet.” 

“Yes, grandmamma,” said Henry, as cheer- 
fully as he could ; but I am afraid he shed a few 
tears on his pillow after she went down. He was 
not sad very long, however, for the memory 
of what his mother had said soon brought him 
comfort. 

“ It was no fault of mine, and it was permit- 
ted by my wise and good F§;ther in heaven ; but 
if I could only go to the Sunday-school picnic 
over in Bradbury ! But if I could go there I 
would be able to go to uncle’s, so I might as 
well leave off wishing.” 

Then the dear boy lifted a little prayer for 
contentment, and he did not forget to ask that 
his father and mother and Fanny and Prescott 
might be safe and happy. And then he fell 
asleep. But it seemed scarcely five minutes 
before the cannon announced the new day. 

Yery unlike th^ dull “thud, thud” of can- 


Fourth cf yuly in New England, 1 5 

non discharged in a city, was the magnificent 
salute to the morning. There was a sound as 
of the powerful wings of some great archangel 
rushing past the street and across the river to 
the mountains. Then came the musical rever- 
berations, like a chorus of giants answering back. 
No more sleep for Glenburgh. At sunrise the 
church bells began to ring, and kept on for an 
hour; and this, too, was a real pealing, and 
crashing of joy, also vastly unlike the measured 
mechanical ringing we often hear in cities. 
Flags streamed from some window of every 
house along the village street; and in every 
kitchen was beating of eggs, sifting of fiour, 
and selecting of spices, with a good-humored 
energy not belonging to every day. Not ‘even 
for the honor and glory of “the Fourth,” how- 
ever, could the haymaking wait ; and men were 
cutting the tall seeded grass heavy with dew, 
in the rolling meadows on both sides the river 
called‘ “ the lazy-moving,” in the tongue of 
the red men, its first owners. 


1 6 Fourth of fuly in New England. 

After breakfast, Henry, seizing bis treasured 
package of newspapers, hobbled into his grand- 
mamma’s room. 

“ O grandpapa, grandmamma, hear this ! ” 
he exclaimed. “ I’ve found some of the 
very papers published at the very time 
when we fought the British. Here is an 
old yellow paper called ‘ The Crisis,’ grand- 
papa ; it is a reprint of a paper published in 
London, and it shows how we had a right to 
ask what we did, and there were ever so many 
in England on our side too ! ” ' 

“ To be sure, my son.” 

. “ But the authorities, grandpapa, had the 
paper burned by the common hangman; but 
some, copies were brought to this country very 
privately and printed again here,” continued 
Henry;, almost breathless with excitement. 
“ Can’t I read you something from this old 
paper, grandmamma ? ” 

“ Yes, my love, if you like,” replied grand- 


mamma. 


Fourth of July in New England, 17 

Grandpapa said, “ By all means,” and looked 
eagerly over his glasses at the old yellow paper, 
for grandpapa’s own father had been an officer 
in the Revolutionary War, and he had sat upon 
his father’s knee, and heard many a tale of 
those days of doubt and grief and strong ex- 
citement, until the boy began almost to believe 
lie had stood by his father in the long and foot- 
sore marches, and at the glad moment when 
the order to disband came from General Gates 
after Burgoyne’s surrender. So now he was 
like an old war-horse who hears a strain of the 
martial music which used to stir his blood in 
the days of battle. 

Henry laid a number of papers in his grand- 
mother’s lap for safety, and commenced to read 
from one in his hand. 

“ Here is a letter from some one in London ; 
the writer’s name is torn from the paper,” said 
Henry, “ and I am sorry; but it is dated Feb- 
ruary 10, 1775, and begins 


1 8 Fourth of fuly in New England, 

“ ‘ My dear Friend, — I have waited iu 
hopes I could find something to write to en- 
courage you, but, to rny great grief, worse and 
worse. It is impossible to describe the alarm- 
ing situation of our affairs. While the debate 
was in Parliament I still had some small hopes ; 
but this morning at two o’clock the death-war- 
rant was passed, and the colonies declared 
rebels. The petitions and attempts have all 
failed. The great Lords Camden, Chatham, 
Kichmond, and all the thirty-two lords, could 
not prevent the fatal infatuation from taking 
place. An address to the King has passed both 
Houses to give the King power to call you reb- 
els, and to proceed against you on the late acts. 
. . . Kothing on earth can equal the- consterna- 
tion of all who have heard it, and in their 
usual way now begin to see, when too late, the 
bad effects of their silence. The worthy Dr. 
Fothergill, Mr. Barclay, and Eachel Wilson 
have written to the King, but no answer. 
Two worthy women of the Friends have de- 


Fourth of July in New England. 19 

sired to speak to the King, but he will not see 
them. O that the Lord would turn their 
hearts ! But now you are to be left to your 
■ own prudence. Your own wisdom will tell 
you no longer to depend on England to help 
you. I had twenty gentlemen this day call on 
me, and all say, Pray write to your friends to 
declare those rebels who will not fight for their 

country, for there has gone down to Sheerness 

* 

seventy-eight thousand guns and bayonets to be 
sent to America, to put into the hands of the 
E-oman Catholics and the Canadians, and all 
the wicked means on earth are used to subdue 
the colonies. I do not write this to alarm you, 
but you must not any longer be deceived. Or- 
ders have now gone out to take up Hancock, 
Adams, Williams, Otis, and six of the head 
men in Boston. I have now a copy of the pro- 
ceedings before me. My heart aches for Mr. 
Hancock. Send off expresses immediately that 
they intend to seize his estate. ... A troop of 

j light horse is now actually embarking, and wilL 
f 2 / 


20 Fourth of July in New England. 

land before this comes to hand. Yon will see 
by the newspapers, and I know it to be so. I 
saw the generals, and know of sending fifteen 
hundred chests of arms, part of which are for 
New York, and to be distributed among such 
of the inhabitants as are willing to take arms 
against you.’ ” 

Henry went on : ‘‘ Next I want to read one 
of the letters written by an English soldier. 
It is dated Boston, April 28, 1775. It reads 
thus : 

‘ I am well, all but a wound I received 
through the leg by a ball from one of the Bos- 
tonians. At the time I wrote you from Quebec 
I had the strongest assurance of going home, 
but the laying the tax on the New England 
people caused us to be ordered for Boston, 
where we remained in peace with the inhab- 
itants till, on the night of the 18th of April, 
twenty-one companies of grenadiers and light 


Fourth of fuly in New England. 21 

infantry were ordered into the country about thir- 
teen miles, where between four and five o’clock 
in the morning we met an incredible number of 
the people of the country in arms against us. 
Colonel Smyth, of the tenth regiment, ordered 
us to rush on them with our bayonets fixed, at 
which some of the . peasants fired upon us, and 
the men returning the fire, the engagement be- 
gan. They did not fight like a regular army, 
only like savages, behind trees and stone walls, 
and out of the woods and houses, where, in the 
latter, we killed numbers of them, as well as in 
the woods and fields. The engagement began 
between four and five in the morning, and 
lasted till eight at night. I cannot be sure 
when you will get this letter from me, as this 
extensive continent is all in arms against us.’ ” 

“ Peasants indeed ! ” said Henry, laughing. 

His grandfather said, “We did not adopt 
that name for any class in our country.” 

“ The heading to this letter says that the au- 


22 Fotirth of yuly m New England. 

tliorities took pains to have it supposed the 
Americans commenced the fire. . This was 
written after the fight at Lexington, grandpa.” 

“ I think it is time now for grandpa to pick 
the peas for dinner, and you and I will shell 
them,” interrupted his grandmother. 

Koast lamb with green peas, and cherry pud- 
ding, was always the bill of fare for Fourth of 
July dinners at the Glenburgh mansions. So 
grandpapa gathered the peas, and Deborah gath- 
ered the black-heart cherries, contesting the" 
right to them with the large, tame, greedy, red- 
breasted robins that fed their large-mouthed 
hungry babies with the rich fruit. 

‘‘I declare, those gluttonous creatures want 
the whole,” said Deborah ; ‘‘ I am friendly to 
robin red-breasts, but I reckon they might 
catch flies as the swallows do for part of their 
/ meal.* these red and white streamers I tied to 
the tree don’t do a speck of good ; I reckon 
they think they are Independence flags, or may 
be a sign put out ‘Entertainment for birds 


Fourth of fuly in New E 7 igland, 23 

here and sakes alive ! if here aint the red- 
crested cedar birds too ! Well, you be a pretty 
bird to look at, but between you and the robins 
I’m afraid how we’ll come out for cherries this 
year. Shoo, there I shoo ! ” and she shook her 
apron violently at the tree. 

“ What’s to pay ? ” -said grandfather, coming 
with his tin pan of peas from the garden. 

‘•O,” said Sam, starting up from behind 
a lilac bush, where he had hidden himself, 
and laughing heartily, ‘‘these Yankee robins 
are after what belongs ’to their neighbors, 
like the human part of the nation they be- 
long to.” 

“ Your government don’t want any territory 
neither by sea nor by land, except just what 
they had away ba^ck in the time of that king 
in theyschool-book that burned the neat-herd’s 
cakes r ^o the proverb of the pot twitting the 
kettle don’t apply to you!” said Beborall’ 
triumphantly. 

Sam laughed louder than ever. 


24 Fourth of July in New England. 

“ I^ow, while we shell the peas, wont you tell 
me a story, grandpapa ? ” said Henry. 

“"Well, what shall it be about?” 

“ O, about how you spent the Fourth when 
you were a boy, if you please, sir,” said Henry. 

‘‘Well, let me see. I remember away back 
when there had been only thirty of these Inde- 
pendence days since that first one set apart and 
made sacred forever at Philadelphia, in the 
year ’76. I was a good deal younger than my 
brothers, but I had a playmate who was the 
same as a brother to me, my Cousin Albert. 
He came to live at our house when he was a 
small boy, and we used to sleep under the slop- 
ing roof of the old gambrel-roofed house; this 
very house, before your father made a new one 
of it. The night before the Fourth it was ne- 
cessary to sleep some.^ but not much. 

“ The prophe'cy of the Elder Adams had be- 
gun to'be fulfill^. 

“‘We shall make this day glorious — an im- 
mortal day. When we are in our graves our 


Fourth of July in New England. 25 

cliildren will honor it. They will celebrate it 
with thanksgiving^ with festivity, with bonfires, 
and illuminations. On its annual return, they 
will shed tears — copious, gushing tears — not of 
subjection and slavery, not of agony and dis- 
tress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of 

joy.’ 

“ At this present period nobody sheds tears 
of any kind for the old recollections,” sorrow- 
fully said Henry’s grandfather. “ They are 
all gone, who, with much anguish, and in the 
belief that they could make their fortunes no 
worse than they had already come to be, sev- 
ered themselves from the land they so dearly 
loved, the country they called home. 

‘^But at the time of which I tell you many 
of the actors in the great crisis were alive, and 
their hearts were stirred and fired with these 
memories of sufiering and days of darkness. 
And in proportion to the fever of those terribly 
exciting days was now the relief and the tri- 
umph. Their children caught the enthusiasm, 


26 Fourth of July in New England. 

and almost believed themselves eye-witnesses 
of that which was so often described to them. 
I know I did for one. 

“ ‘ What shall we talk about ! ’ used to be the 
question propounded with much solemnity by 
one of us boys to the other after retiring un- 
der the sloping roof. Sometimes the response 
would be, ‘ Let’s talk of Indians,’ and then an 
animated conversation of the days of toma- 
hawks and scalping-knives, and forest hunting, 
and Indian warfare, would keep the small black 
eyes open for an hour or more. Sometimes the 
subject suggested by the interrogated party 
would be, ‘ whales,’ and with much unction the 
few sea-stories known to these far inland boys 
would be repeated and discussed, making the 
sharp-eyed, eaves-dropping Patty, your great 
aunt that was, laugh for years at the recollec- 
tion. But this evening you may be sure it was 
the ‘British,’ and the ‘ Kevolution,’ and Gen- 
erals Burgoyne and Cornwallis, and General 
Washington we thought of. 


Fotirth of July m New England. 27 

“ Do you know the nickname they gave Bur- 
goyne asked his grandfather of Henry. 

“Ho, grandpapa, what was it?” 

“ ‘ Chrononhotonthologos.’ ” 

“What does that mean, sir?” asked Henry. 

“ O, nothing, I guess. They called him that 
because he was so pompous. He was a terribly 
pompous man ! And somebody made this 
sqidb about him ; 

‘ BurgoyiTe, unconscious of impending fates, 

. Could cut his waj through woods, but not through Gates.’ 

“ Pretty soon Albert said scornfully, ‘ Asahel 
says there isn’t any need of our going down to 
Independence; he says he will go and tell us 
all about it ; do just as well for us ! ’ 

“‘Just like Asahel,’ I replied with equal 
scorn; ‘Asahel isn’t father. We sha’n’t do as 
he says. We are going with Tim, and Tim 
says they are going to have a sham fight down 
at the Common, and fire off the old artillery,’ 
I added with animation. 

“WeU, the meeting-house bell rang at sun- 


28 Fourth of July in New England. 

rise; but, long before that, the heavy cannon 
off at Yervington shook the hills. We were up 
betimes, and all the boys in the neighborhood, 
we among them, were out in the street firing 
off an old musket, and burning all the powder 
we were allowed to have.” 

“And I hope that was a great deal,” said 
Henry, not yet wliolly reconciled to what he 
had lost. 

His grandfather laughed. “Hot so much as 
in these lavish, wasteful days,” he said. “ The 
country was much more economical then. But 
to go on with my story: You must know poli- 
tics ran pretty high in those days in this town. 
The parties were the Democrat and the Federal 
— and there was a great deal of bitterness and 
animosity between them — those who approved 
the Constitution were called Federalists, and 
those who objected to it were Democrats. My 
father being a Federalist all his sons were the 
same, and we considered Democrat to be almost 
equivalent to the much loathed name of Tory. 


Fourth of July in New England. 29 


Squire Bounale, however, was a Democrat, a 
rank Democrat, and . he spared no pains to 
make others so. Glenburgh had stood strong 
as a Federal town before he came here. He 
kept a grocery and dry goods store on one cor- 
ner of the Common, and Squire Guildhall kept 
a similar store on another corner of it. On this 
particular Fourth of July the two political par- 
ties were to have a sort of sham fight. Squire 
Bonnale’s party had a large old gun that kicked 
so the operators had to hold it at arm’s length 
to fire it off They would put in a great charge, 
and whenever it was discharged it would come 
down whack into the ground, making quite an 
indentation. We boys stayed by awhile to 
watch the old gun, but being very strong Fed- 
eralists it did not seem suitable to stop long on 
the enemy’s ground, so we went over to the 
other party. The Federalists had nothing but 
a gun-barrel, which they used as a cannon, put- 
ting a stone on the breach. Every time they 
fired it would hop up some distance in the air, 


30 Fourth of July in New England. 

and come down in quite another place. At last 
it broke in two ; then they fired off the broken 
pieces, which fiew about well. I thought it not 
best to stand too near, and we retreated to the 
piazza of GuildhalPs store, and the next I 
knew the piece of artillery darted round and 
fell right between my feet^. I think it likely 
I was pretty active just then. But they kept 
firing till it burst open, and as both sides were 
about out of powder, they concluded it would 
be well enough to stop for that time. Another 
Fourth of July, the next, perhaps, the Federal- 
ists took a druggist’s iron mortar out of Guild- 
hall’s store, put into it a large charge of powder, 
and embedded in this a thirty pound ball, firing 
with a slow match^. Up would go the ball, al- 
most out of sight ; then it would seem to be 
coming down on our heads, and the spectators 
would scatter to a safe distance. Soon, down 
would plunge the ball deep into the earth, and 
always very near the mortar. They had to use 
a crowbar to dig it out. This being the rule of 


Fourth of July m New England. 3 1 
\ 

its descent, the lookers-on began to lose their 
Jfear and st^d nearer and nearer, to watch it 
come down. But I thought to myself, ‘ I don’t 
know about its being so very safe ! ’ and I ran 
around the belfry of the church, which pro- 
jected in front, feeling it needful, you see, to 
fortify myself from my own party ! At last 
they put in an enormous charge of powder, 
which blew the mortar into ever so many 
pieces, and sending one through the store where 
Mrs. Guildhall was sitting, brushed her hair, as 
it dashed furiously past and out through the 
other side of the building. IS'obody was hurt, 
but the excitement was considered sufficient for 
that day, and the sport was broken off.” 

“ Papa, did your hear that ? ” asked Henry, 
perceiving Mr. Sterling had come in. “You 
would never let me do that way with powder, 
and these were grown men ! ” 

“ Foolish if they were grown, I think,” said 
Mr. Sterling ; “ ask your grandmamma.” 

“ This,” said Mrs. Prescott, “ was just about 


32 Fourth of July in New England, 

as useful and reasonable as most of the conten- 
tions in this world.” 

“ Don’t you think it is right to have these 
different parties, then? ” asked Henry. 

“ Of course,” said his grandmother, “ it is 
right for different political parties to present 
each one its view of what is best for the coun- 
try ; but much that is said and done is just as 
absurd as this ‘ sham-fight,’ which was no fight 
at all, only a dangerous playing with powder on 
Glenburgh Common.” 

“ J ust so,” said grandpapa Prescott. 

“ When there is a great principle to dispute 
about, when a truth is in danger of being lost, 
as in the time of Martin Luther, when priests 
sold God’s pardon, then it is proper to contend 
earnestly, but always in the spirit of love and 
peace and good-will toward nien,^’ added grand- 


mamma. 


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33 


CHAPTEE 11. 

THE LION AND THE EAGLE. 

Let the eagle hold his mountain, height — 

The lion pace his den 1 
Give all their country, each their right ! 

God keep us all ! Amen 1— Holmes. 

tlie next evening, as the last load 
' haj for the day came rumbling into 
le barn floor, sending its fragrance in 
through the open windows and doors 
of the house, the absent members of the family 
returned. 

“ How is your ankle, my dear boy % ” said 
his mother to Henry, in the doorway. 

O we’ve seen the Horribles I ” shouted 
Prescott. 

We’ve had a splendid time!” said Fanny, 
‘‘ and it is a shame you couldn’t be there, 
brother.” 

“ O, - I’ve had a splendid time too ! What 



34 Fourth of July in New England. 

did you do, and where did you go, and who did 
you see, and how does it look at uncle’s? ” said 
Henry. 

You must know, Henry,” said Fanny, seat- • 
ing herself in the door, “ we went to Uncle 
Prescott’s the first night ; and the next day, 
what time we weren’t in the street, we were at 
Uncle Irving’s; but Aunt Prescott’s sister, 
Harry’s Aunt Lizzie, has come there — we did 
not see her much ; but she is just beautiful, 
and 1 hope she will come here ! Willie said 
she had seen about every thing there was 
worth seeing in England, and this summer she 
is going to Hiagara, and the White Mountains, 
and the 'Lakes, and Canada, and about every- 
where else, I should think ! ” Fanny paused 
only because she was out of breath. 

Henry looked sober. “I wonder if I shall 
ever travel,” he said. 

“O, of course you will,” said mercurial 
Fanny; “we are invited to Uncle Prescott’s 
and Uncle Irving’s next winter, all of us. And 


Fourth of yuly in New England. 35 

mamma has invited them all here for Thanks- 
giving, and they are coming ; and that mag- 
nificent aunt of theirs is to come too, if she 
does not go back to England in October. I 
do hope she will stay in this country all 
winter ’ ” 

“Let me tell, iFanny; please, it is my turn,” 
said Prescott. “ And they went, and went, and 
went along the streets, and there was Ike eat- 
ing gingerbread when Mrs. Partington wasn’t 
looking, and the old queer chaise, and a man 
with two faces looked up street and down 
street — and O, the dreadful wicked Satan was 
there with horns and a tail, and a great many 
things ! ” 

“He means the ^Antiques and Horribles,’” 
said Fanny ; “ but I shall begin at the very be- 
ginning, Henry, dear. We went to Uncle 
Prescott’s, and Aunty made it so pleasant, and 
Harry and Willie and sweet little Lucy are so 
delightful, and the baby is the most beautiful 

baby I ever saw in all my life ! You couldn’t 
3 


$6 Fourth of July in New England. 

think of any thing but a flower, unless it was a 
bird ! And their Aunt Lizzie is just as inter- 
esting as she can be, and I wish she was our 
aunt ! ” 

. “ Didn’t they have any firing ? ” asked 
Henry. 

“ O, a plenty,” said Fanny. 

Yes, they had a plenty! ” echoed Prescott. 

“ They began about midnight, and we could 
not sleep much; but at sunrise there was 
martial music ; then they raised the Stars and 
Stripes, and the artillery saluted the fiag with 
a gun for every star. The bells rung for an 
hour from sunrise. The little fiags and big 
flags were out from every-where, and such 
crowds and jams of people you never saw as 
were in the streets. We went very early to 
Uncle Irving’s, because the Antiques and Hor- 
ribles were going right past there, and we 
leaned out of Aunt Laura’s windows arid saw 
the whole. There was the ‘ Deacon’s One- 
Horse Shay,’ — you remember that poem of Dr. 


Fourth of yuly in New England, 37 

Holmes’s, which Uncle Walter read so comic- 
ally- 

“ ‘ Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay.’ ” 

“ O yes,” said Henry, with great animation, 
going on to quote, 

“ ‘How, small boys, get out of the wayf 
Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, 

Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay.’ ” 

“ There, too, was ‘ The Last Leaf,’ ” continued 
Fanny; “also taken from Dr. Holmes : 

‘ But the old three-cornered hat. 

And the breeches, and all that, 

Are so queer;’ 

it was the funniest old, old man; but Aunt 
Laura said it was only Jabez Heath dressed 
that way : and then there were funny people 
representing ever so many things I did not 
understand ; Aunt Laura said it was political. 
They all stopped to drink in the street before 
uncle’s, or as many as could at once stopped, 
and uncle carried out pails of water and pails 
of lemonade, and they had little mugs and 
dipped from them ; so we ail had a fine view 


38 Fourth of fuly in New England. 

^ext the different fire companies, in their showy 
uniforms, marched to the nicest music, with their 
engines shining like gold, they were polished so.” 

“ The fire companies were splendid as a — ” 
Prescott paused for a comparison. 

“ Splendid as a sunset,” put in Fanny. 

“ Then there were military companies out — 
different companies, ever so many ; but I was so 
tired looking I can bu^ half remeniber how they 
were dressed. At twelve o’clock the bells began 
to ring again, and they rang until one. Then 
there was firing again, and they saluted all the 
flags of other nations in the harbor, and the 
band played different national airs out of com- 
pliment to them, Uncle Irving said. But the 
last of all was the ‘ Old Continentals ’ — 

‘ In their ragged regimentals, 

Stood the Old Continentals,’ 

and they had' an old cannon that was used in 
the Eevolutionary war, and they marched to 
drums and fifes, and played Yankee Doodle. 
There were speeches and poems and odes some- 


Fourth of July in New England. 39 

where, but wq, did not go to hear. And at sun- 
set there was the firing and the ringing again ; 
and then, in the evening, fireworks.” 

‘‘Yes, there was ‘ 1776’ done in fire, Henry,” 
broke in Prescott, “ and flowers and wheels and 
fountains and rockets — and O, I don’t know 
what, all in stars and sparks of fire ! ” 

. O Henry has seen fireworks, Pressie,” said 
Fanny loftily ; “ he knows how they would look.” 

Prescott, thus repulsed, found what consola- 
tion he might in going away and telling Bose 
all about the sights in the city, sitting with 
him in an old lumber-shed behind the barn. 

“Ah well, dear children,” said Grandma 
Prescott, “ you little know the pain it cost our 
fathers to make the Declaration of Independ- 
ence which we read so calmly now. My mother 
was a young girl then, her father was in the 
Massachusetts Assembly, as they then called 
the Legislature of the State.” 

“ He was our great, great grandfather, you 
know, Henry,” said Fanny. 


40 Fourth of July in New England. 

“ Yes. I can but just remember my grand- 
father,” said Mrs. Prescott ; ‘‘ but my mother 
was so familiar with all the events of the Revo- 
lution that they seem like something I have 
been personally acquainted with. She never 
spoke with triumph of those days, but with 
thankfulness that God had been the helper of 
the poor little nation. The colonists loved En- 
gland. It was ‘ home it was the ^ mother 
country they loved, with the love of children 
at school, all belonging to England. They 
named their towns after those of the dear old 
land ; they named their forest birds after the 
birds of home, though they were not the same 
species ; they named their flowers after the 
flowers of home, though they were strange 
flowers. Our robin red-breast is not the red- 
breast that in the ballad of the Babes of the 
Woods 

‘ Mournfully did cover them with leaves.' 

Our primrose is not the primrose of England. 
But the colonists loved these names, and re- 


Fourth of fuly in New England. 41 

peated them in the new land, which was indeed 
a ‘new world’ to them. They yearned after 
the old country, and talked affectionately of it. 
And when the rupture came, though there were 
hot-heads and unreasonable politicians on both 
sides of the water, it was a time of great sorrow 
to this young country.” 

“ I am glad that is over,” said Fanny. 

“ The fathers sowed in tears and blood what 
the children reap with shouts and songs,” said 
grandmamma. 

And now the tea-bell rang, and Prescott 
and Bose come in with voracious appetites. 
When the children had somewhat satisfied 
themselves with cream-biscuit and honey they 
began again to talk of the Fourth and its 
interest. 

“ Willie’s Aunt Lizzie told us a fable,” said 
Prescott,” and it was like this : ‘ The lion said 
to the eagle. I’ll starajp you. And the eagle 
said, I wont be stamped ; and the lion grew 
mad and furious, and said, with great roaring 


42 Fourth of fuly in New England. 

voice, I'll stamp you, stamp you, stamp you, 
and you shall be stamped, and so — ” 

“ O, Pressie ! that is not the way it was. 
We asked her to write it down so that we 
could have it, and I copied it for grandpa to 
see, and the copy is in my satchel now, and I 
will run and bring it this minute. It is an al- 
legory, grandpa.” 

“I wish Fanny hadn’t such black eyes. I 
believe black-eyed girls always contradict. 
Little Lucy doesn’t contradict so,” said Pres- 
cott, consoling himself with giving Bose a bis- 
cuit very slyly under the table. 

Then Fanny re-entered with the manuscript, 
which she read aloud. It was as follows : 

THE LION AND THE EAGLE. 

Once upon a time there was a grand old lion, 
and the lion, you know, is the king of the beasts, 
and this old one was the king of all the other 
lions, and he wore upon his head a royal crown, 
all beautiful with gold and diamonds and ru- 


Fourth of July in New England. 43 

bies and emeralds, and whenever he turned his 
head they all sparkled like drops of dew when 
the sun shines on them ; and he had on his 
arched neck a thick, long, shaggy mane, which 
hung about him as a royal robe ; and in his 
feet were mighty claws, which he used to show 
upon occasions, as when any of his subjects 
seemed inclined to rebel; and in his mouth 
were huge white teeth, although he was so old ; 
and the tread of his heavy feet was enough to 
shake the earth ; to be trodden upon, stamped 
upon by them must have been alpaost certain 
death ; and his roar was like awful thunder, so 
I cannot tell what his bite must have been, 
though some one was mean enough once to say 
that his roar was worse than his bite. And he 
sat upon a glorious throne of emerald color, 
only the green of it was brighter and more liv- 
ing than that of any emerald you ever saw, and 
set all in among the emerald were diamonds of 
exceeding beauty. O how they flashed as the 
sun caught them I And round the edges of 


44 Fourth of July in New England, 

the throne were walls of pearly, glittering white, 
and the walls were laved all day and night by 
beautiful crystal waves. A grand old king was 
this ancient lion, who sat on his glorious throne. 
And his kingdom was so wide that the sun 
never ceased to shine on his dominions. Away, 
away far east, at the gateway of the morning, 
the dark-hued rajahs owned his sway, and sent 
their rich gems to adorn his crown ; and in the 
far West, where the sun goes down, there were 
myriads of white-browed men w'ho called him 
king, and who gloried in his greatness, and it 
was a grand boast of all who dwelt within the 
shadow of his throne that the moment a slave 
stepped upon one of the white borderings there- 
of his chains dropped off, and he was free. < 
There were counselors around this old mon- 
arch, and some of them had small, puny hearts, 
which could not keep time to the grand beat of 
his, and these small hearts became filled with a 
strong desire to urge their good old king to try 
the mettle of some of his white-browed children 


Fourth of July in New England. 45 

of the West; and he, perhaps because he was 
|; growing old, perhaps because he was becoming 
; testy anyhow, roared from his emerald throne, 
. and he roared so loud that his voice was heard 
! across the seas ; and at first, mayhap, his sub- 
jects thought it was only the roaring of At- 
' lantic storms, or wild thunderings amid their 
own great mountains ; but they hushed their 
I breath to listen, and then they heard, with a 
: certainty that could not be mistaken, their old 
! king’s roar, and they’d never heard it sound so 
' angry and so awful before, and fright and awe 
; filled their minds, and they trembled in their 
! homes, wondering how all would end ; and they 
! listened, and there was something more than 
I the lion’s voiqs borne upon the air ; he was 
stamping with his huge foot, and he roared in 
his high mightiness that he would soon stamp 
I upon them ; that they should soon feel the 
pressure of his paw. All aghast they stood, 
for they could not endure the idea of this 
stamp, stamp, stamp. And while they pon- 


46 Fourth of fuly in New E^igland. 

dered what to do, and thought they would lift 
up their voice in remonstrance, down on them 
came that heavy foot and stamped upon their 
rights, and stamped upon their writings, and 
stamped upon their certificates of learning, and 
stamped upon their bonds, and stamped upon 
their deeds, and stamped even on their paper. 
Such a wholesale stamping as the old lion exe- 
cuted all at once, sure, was never known in this 
wide world before, and that was his royal mark ; 
and all papers for legal documents must not 
only bear that mark, but those who used them 
must pay money for them, money which was to 
go to that emerald throne of his, begirt all 
round with crystal. And his far-off western 
subjects writhed under the pressure, and then 
they destroyed all the papers that bore the 
stamp of their great king’s foot. They were as 
wroth as he ; but they were not • only wroth, 
they were sad at heart, for they felt they were 
trampled on. 

Now there was among the old lion’s most 


Fourth of fuly in New England, 47 

, honored counselors one who, all through the 
I contest, upheld the rights and liberties of the 
i stamped-upon subjects, and through him the 
grand old lion became quiet again in his re- 
j galitj, and stamped no more. But those same 
I mean counselors who were at the beginning of 
! the mischief would not let the old king rest — 

; between you and me, I think they were not 
' true children of the lion. I think they had 
wolves and foxes’ hearts beneath the tawny 
skins and shaggy manes and bushy-ended tails 
which made them look like his own sons, while 
! they were enemies all the while — and so now 
they induced him to roar to his subjects across 
the sea that they must pay a certain amount of 
I money for various articles they received into 
their country. And then these children of the 
Western lands, in whose veins beat and 
I throbbed the proud blood of their high lion- 
J lineage, muttered resistance; and the old king 
roared defiance from his emerald throne'^ and 
then they both breathed out fury, and their 


48 Fourth of July in New England. 

breatli became like flame, and hissing hot were 
the thunderbolts they hurled at each other, and 
blood-red flowed the life-stream from the veins 
of each, for the great lion-king had sent some 
of his children who lived within the in closure 
of his throne to fight their brethren of the 
West, and horrible were the battles, as these 
young lions fought the old. And somehow the 
young life of the West had the best of it, and 
sorely discomfited the old lion doubtless felt, as 
he growled good-by to his refractory but tri- 
umphant sons ; and yet, methinks, in that bass 
growl of his there might have been detected 
a deep undertone of satisfaction as he reflected 
that those same sons of his had pluck enough 
to make evident to all the world their ancestry, 
and that, though they would not pay for his 
royal stamp, they could not, if they would, blot 
out the lineaments of likeness and the charac- 
teristics of race which should stamp them 
through all time as of the lion lineage. “ hfo, 
no, they cannot do that,” said he as he shook 


Fourth of July in New England. 49 

his royal mane and settled himself quietly again 
upon his throne of living emerald. And these 
i sons of the western lands, what said they now % 

I They said they would have the lion for their 
king no longer ; they were tired of his rampa- 
geous ways. They knew he would growl again, 
they were sure he would roar, and he might 
possibly at some time take again to stamping 
his veheme'nt, imperial will ; and so they held 
grand counsel, and in the bright, hot summer- 
time, when the air is filled with birds, (per- 
haps it was that made them think of it,) they 
said, ‘‘.We’ll own allegiance to the lion never 
more; we want to soar where he can never 
reach us ; we’ll take the eagle for our leader.” 
And so they did, and broader and broader grew 
his sheltering wings, and higher and higher 
bears he up their new, strange standard of the 
“ stars and stripes.” 

And the grand old lion? Jle liveth still, 
and still he sits oq, his emerald throne, and the 
rays which fiash from his dazzling crown grow 


50 Fourth of July in New England. 

brighter still, and still the sun in his world- 
wide circuit ever shines upon his empire, and 
still millions own and love the red cross of his 
standard as it floats over land and sea, the 
proud signal of the grand old monarchy. 

And now (so different are their spheres, so 
helpful is each to each,) it comes to pass that 
the two great nations who own the lion and 
the eagle for their sovereign lords can live ami- 
cably on the face of this wide world. Long 
may the pinions of the one be untiring in its 
flight after freedom, and truth, and light ; and 
the strong, Arm limbs of the other be powerful 
to uphold every-where the right — Dieu et mon 
droit the time-honored motto of the one, as E 
pluribus unum is the comprehensive one of 
the other. 

“ That is very well done,” said grandpapa. 
“ It reminds me,” he went on to say, “ of some- 
thing I have not thought of, that I know, these 
forty years. I remember bearing that there 
was once erected, just on the line between Can- 


Fourth of July in New England, 51 

ada and the United States some figures, (made 
of what material I cannot say,) one of which 
was a lion, and the other an eagle. The eagle 
is made to say, ‘ If you wont bite me I wont 
scratch you^ ” 


4 


THE 


FIFTH OF NOVEMBER IN OLD ENGLAND. 


CHAPTER III. 

THE GHNPOWDEE PLOT. 

Though hand join in hand, yet shall not the wicked go un- 
punished. — Proverbs. 

I WONDER whether all the Fourths of July 
have been as nice as ours ! ” said little Lucy 
Prescott as, with childhood’s regretfulness, she 
thought of the joys of the day just over. 

“ All the Fourths of July ? ” said her brother 
Willie. “Why, there is only one Fourth of 
July at the same time ! ” 

“Well, but I mean,” pursued the little girl, 
“ has every body all over the world had as fine 
a time to-day as we have ? ” 


Fifth of November in Old England. 53^^ 

“ Why no, I guess not,” put in Harry, who, 
in right of his seniority of a few years, wished 
to show his superior knowledge. Don’t you 
know, little sister, it is only in America that 
the Fourth of July is any more than other 
days ? I don’t believe the children in England 
know any thing about it.” 

“ O how sorry I am ! ” said the little one, 
and a shadow passed over her bright face as 
she spoke. 

‘‘Why sorry,' my darling?” inquired Aunt 
Lizzie, who had listened to this talk. 

“Because my cousins in England wouldn’t 
have any fireworks, nor crackers, nor any of 
the nice things we’ve been having to-day.” 

"Now I must explain to you, my young 
readers, that this Aunt Lizzie had just come all 
the way from England to see her sister, who, 
several years ago, came with her husband, an 
American, to live on this side the ocean. 

It was a great gladness to Aimt Lizzie to 
see the children, whom she had longed so much 


54 Fifth of November in Old England, 

to know; and I think it was almost a greater 
joy to the children to know Aunt Lizzie, for 
she* could tell them about the wonderful sights 
at sea, and about England, and the Queen, and 
the old ruined castles and abbeys, and the 
beautiful cathedrals, and a thousand other 
things, which were of unflagging interest to 
these little folks. It was very interesting to 
Miss Willis to mark how the various tastes of 
the children were manifested in the nature of 
the questions which each asked so plentifully. 
Harry took every opportunity of plying his 
aunt with questions about the great battle-fields 
of which he had read. Had she ever seen 
where the White and Eed Roses fought so 
fiercely % Had she really seen the grave of the 
old Saxon Hengist % Had she actually trodden 
where Cromwell and his Ironsides contended 
with the gay Cavaliers of King Charles ? 
When aunty answered “yes” to these, and a 
thousand similar questions, his delight knew no 
bounds. How the history which had hitherto 


Fifth of November m Old England, 55 

possessed for him the charm of a romance took 
on the solid form of reality, for his very own 
aunt had stood upon some of the wild, bleak 
moors where the Eoundheads prayed, and 
fought, and conquered. 

Dear, gentle Willie’s questions referred to 
things entirely different. His tastes were 
what it is the fashion to call “ ecclesiastical.” 
He inquired if the old minsters were really 
‘‘stone turned into poetry?” was it really true 
that the fierce soldiers had dared to pull down 
the beautiful abbeys where the monks used to 
live ? and did ivy really creep inside the stone 
tracery where the rich stained glass used to be ? 
His gentle face grew gentler still as he found 
that aunty had seen the ruins of abbeys, and 
walked cathedral aisles ; and his young heart 
longed more than ever to see these glorious 
things ; but, shaking his head sadly, he would 
say, “ If only the terrible ocean were not be- 
tween me and England ; I should love to see 
those grand old ruins more than all the battle- 


56 Fifth of November in Old England. 

fields, yes, and more, aunty, than the very 
Queen, herself ! ” 

And the dear little Lucy, what was nearest 
her heart? Yery still and quiet she would 
sit and listen while Miss Willis answered the 
questions of her brothers, and then the soft 
voice would say, “ Aunty, dear, wont you tell 
me about the baby cousin you said I have in 
England % Has she little, very little hands, and 
sweet blue eyes, just like our baby, and has 
she to be carried about, or can English babies 
walk?” 

How, perhaps, you wonder these children had 
not questioned their mother just as they did 
their aunt ; and so they had, many and many a 
time; but it was so long since “ mamma” had 
left England, and so long since she had been at 
some of the places they inquired about, that 
somehow what she said seemed as much like 
history as any thing they read ; but aunty had 
just come from the very places ; why, -the brown 
was still on her face— the browq which the sun 


Fifth of November in Old E7igland. 57 

and the sea had put there ; and what she told 
them was, as Harry expressed it, ‘^^Just all 
alive, and like when the things were done.” 

On that Fourth of July, however, on which 
our story commences, the children were too 
much absorbed in the amusements peculiar to 
the day to think or talk much about the “ dear 
old land,” as Willie called the country of his 
mother and his aunt ; and it was only when the 
enjoyments were over — the last cracker fired, 
and the last rocket sent up, and the tired chil- 
dren were preparing for bed — that the exclama- 
tion of Lucy, given at the beginning of this 
chapter, led to the subsequent explanations of 
her brothers, and her own expression of regret 
that her cousins in England were deprived of 
the enjoyments of fireworks because they have 
“no Fourth of July.” 

Miss Willis kissed the sleepy little face, say- 
ing, “You are tired now, my darling, but to- 
morrow I will tell you of a day when English 
children have as merry a time as you have had 


58 Fifth of November in Old Engla7id, 

to-day, and when they have crackers, and 
rockets, and Eoman candles, and more fire- 
works than I know the names of, and larger 
bonfires than my little Lucy ever heard or 
dreamed ot?’ 

Soon the merry prattle of the children was 
hushed, and sleep too deep for dreams came to 
rest and refresh the weary — the weary with 
play ; while the same sweet restorer came to 
strengthen the weary with work, and to benumb, 
for a time, the weary with sorrow. 

There was no danger the next day that Miss 
Willis would be allowed to forget her promise. 
The children, as soon as they were released 
from the school-room, hastened to the pleasant 
parlor, which, for the last few weeks, had been 
known as “ Aunty’s room,” each one eager to 
hear about the day in England, of which Miss 
W illis said she had been reminded by the con- 
stant explosions of crackers, and other forms of 
gunpowder, on the Fourth of July. 

“JSTow, aunty, dear,” exclaimed Harry, 


Fifth of November in Old E^igland, 59 

“we are longing to know what day in Old 
!' England can be a day to be kept with such 
rejoicing as our Fourth of July — our glorious 
Fourth ! ” 

“ O Harry ! hush ! ” said Willie softly ; 

“don’t you remember what Grandpapa Pres- 
! * 

cott told us about the Fourth, and why we keep 

it, and about that dreadful war with the British 

i long ago; perhaps aunty wont like us to talk 

1 much about that time, because you know she’s 

all British.” Miss Willis smiled as she heard 

Willie’s exhortation to his brother, and as she 

saw the bright color rise to his cheek lest any 

thing should be said that should touch her 

national feelings too rudely. 

“Never fear, Willie,” said she, brightly ; 

“ British though I am, I can see that sometimes 

the government of my country has been wrong 

in its treatment of the colonies, and that it 

was best for English liberties, as well as for 

those of America, that the struggle which ended 

in the Fourth of July Declaration of Independ- 


6o Fifth of November in Old England. 

ence should have taken place. And now I 
will tell you what day we celebrate with gun- 
powder.” 

“ I guess it is the anniversary of the battle of 
Waterloo,” said Harry. 

“Ho, something much farther back than 
that.” 

“ Is it the birthday of King Alfred,” aunty 
asked Willie, who had just been reading the 
account of Alfred the Great in “ The Child’s 
History of England,” by Mr. Dickens. 

“ Ho, my dear and now let me tell you that 
our boys in England keep the ‘ Fifth of Hovem- 
ber,’ more because of something which did not 
happen, than of something which did.” 

“ Why, aunty, how could that be % how 
can we remember something that did not hap- 
pen at all ? ” 

“ Listen, and you shall hear : More than two 
hundred years ago things were very unsettled 
in the old land. The Parliament made laws 
more and more stringent against Popery, and 


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tMs line of conduct was very distasteful to many 
I who would have liked to have seen Popery 
' seated again upon the throne ; so they made a 
conspiracy to blow up the House of Lprds when 
the King, and the Lords, and the Commons 
should all be assembled in it.” 

O aunty!” exclaimed Willie, “did they want 
[ to blowup that beautiful palace at Westminster 
which you showed us the picture of?” 

“Ho, Willie; you must remember that I 
refer to a time long ago, nearly two hundred 
years before our present Houses of Parliament 
were built. 

“Did those wicked mfen want to kill the 
King, Aunt Lizzie ? ” asked Lucy, who was sit- 
} ting on a footstool at Miss Willis’s feet, her fair 
curls resting on aunty’s lap. How the little 
head was raised, and the blue eyes looked ear- 
nestly into those of her aunt. 

“Yes, indeed, my darling, and not only the 
King, but the Queen, and the young Prince 
Henry.” 


62 Fifth of November in Old England. 

O ! how could they be so wicked?” 

“ Their wickedness did not rest here ; they 
wished to destroy also the Lords and the 
Commons.” 

“ What, every one of them ? ” inquired Harry. 

“Ho; some of the conspirators had friends 
or relatives whom they knew would be in the 
House of Lords when the King opened Parlia- 
ment, and this it was which ultimately led to 
the defeat of the conspiracy, and made the 
Gunpowder Plot memorable through its defeat, 
happily, and not through its accomplishment. 
So this is how we come to celebrate and 
remember all through England the Fifth of 
Hovember.” 

“ Wont you tell us, -aWfity, how they were go- 
ing to do it?” said Willie, who in his historic 
reading had not become familiar with English 
history much later than the time of the “ Con- 
queror,” William of Herman dy. 

“They were going to do it by gunpowder, 
hence we call the conspiracy the ‘Gunpowder 


Fifth of November in Old England, 63 

Plot.’ At first there were only a few in the 
' secret, and these were of ancient family, and 
I some of them connected with the nobility.” 

; “ How did they think they could get under- 

; neath the House of Lords?” inquired Harry. 
Did they think they could lay a train of gun- 
powder in some of the London streets without 
being found out ? ” 

' “ Ah, my boy ! wickedness is never at a loss 

I for means to accomplish its ends. One of the 

' conspirators, named Percy, a descendant of the 

illustrious house of Northumberland, agreed to 

; hire a house adjoining that in which the Parlia- 

I ment was to assemble, and then those who were 
I' . • 

. in the secret w^ere to dig a hole through the 

: wall. So they began many months before the 

I 

I time for the opening of Parliament, but they 
' found they had set themselves a more difficult 
} task than they anticipated ; the wall was very 
thick, and their hands were not accustomed 
to manual labor.” i 

“ What is manual, aunty ? ” asked Lucy. 


64 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“ It means work done bj the bands, mj dear. 
We call carpentering, and masonry, and many 
other things of that kind manual because they 
are done by the hands ; while many other kinds 
of work employ the mind and the brain more 
than the hands. Well, these gentlemen, who 
were busy digging through that thick wall, 
very likely had never handled any tool before, 
and very awkward they found -it. They could 
more easily cut down men with their swords 
than break through stone walls.” 

“Who first thought of blowing up the Par- 
liament, aunty ? ” said Harry, who always 
wished to go to the root of the matter, or, as he 
expressed it, to the very beginning of every 
thing. 

“His name was Catesby. He was a clever 
man, and of ancient family. He was talking 
one day with Percy about the distressed condi- 
tion of the Poman Catholics, when Percy broke 
out into a great passion and spoke of assassina- 
ting the King.” 


Fifth of November in Old England. 65 

What is ‘ assassinating % ’ ” gently asked the 
I little girl. 

“ Why, Lucy ! don’t you know ? ” said Harry ; 

didn’t I tell you how President Lincoln was 
assassinated — murdered — suddenly killed by 
conspirators — that’s to assassinate.” 

I How it must be confessed that Harry had a 
‘ natural taste for the horrible and the tragic in 
f history, and sometimes considerably horrified 
j his gentle little sister by his recitals of some of 
the deeds of darkness which he met with in his 
j favorite “ History of Pome.” 
i “O yes!” said Lucy, ‘‘I remember when 
I that wicked, wicked Brutus stabbed Cesar.” 

“ Wouldn’t it have been easier, aunty, to have 
killed only the King, than the Parliament too?” 

I asked Willie. 

' “ Possibly it might, Willie ; but when Percy 

I mentioned the idea of assassinating the King 
to Catesby, Catesby told him that he had 
thought of a much nobjer and greater plan, 
by* executing which there might be some 


66 Fifth of November in Old England. 

f hope of restoring the Catholic religion to 
England.” 

‘‘What if it had been restored, Aunt Lizzie?” 
eagerly questioned Harry. 

“I know not, my boy, how great the mis- 
chief would have been. One thing seems pretty 
certain, there would have been fires blazing 
again in Smithfield.” 

“What fires, aunty?” And the little girl 
looked up, all eagerness for the reply. 

“Hot very many years before the Gunpow- 
der Plot, Lucy, there was a popish Queen sat , 
on the throne of England, and during her reign | 
the Protestants were persecuted, and many of j 
them martyred, that is, put to death, because ,• 
they would think and act according to what ; 
the Bible and conscience told them was right. ' ; 
Many good and holy men and women were j 
burned at the stake in Smithfield. They I 
praised God until the smoke and fiames rose up 
and suffocated them, and they could speak no . 
more.” ' 


Fifth of November in Old England. 67 

Y er j sorrowful became the face of the child 
as Miss Willis spoke of those days of terror. 

“ Is Smithfield in existence now ? ” asked 
Willie. 

“ Yes ; I rode past it not long ago.” 

I should think it would be holy ground, 
aunty; as holy as our Plymouth Eock,” said 
the boy. 

‘‘ And so should I,” echoed Harry. 

“ And I too,” rejoined Miss Willis ; “ but we 
live in an age when sacred associations are not 
thought so much of as business matters, and so 
it comes to pass that Smithfield, where En- 
gland’s ^ noble army of martyrs ’ gave up their 
lives for Christ’s sake, and for truth, is used 
now as a cattle market.” 

“ Then I don’t think I should care to see it ;” 
and the tears started into Willie’s eyes as he 
spoke. 

“ So you see, dear children, we have reason 
to thank God that he frustrated the designs of 
those who wished to restore the Catholic relig- 

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68 Fifth of November in Old England, 

ion. And now let us listen to Catesby while 
he tells to Percy his grand plan for the accom- 
plishment of this object. 

“ In vain,” said he, “ would you put an end 
to the King’s life ; he has children, who would 
succeed both to his crown and to his maxims 
of government. In vain would you extinguish 
the whole royal family. The nobility, the gen- 
try, the Parliament, are all infected with the 
same heresy, and could raise to the throne an- 
other prince and another family, who, besides 
their hatred to our religion, would be animated 
with revenge for the tragical death of their 
predecessors. We must destroy at one blow 
the King, the royal family, the Lords, the Com- 
mons, and bury all our enemies in one common 
ruin.” And then he proceeded to unfold to 
Percy the plan which had presented itself to 
his own mind. He reminded him how all their 
enemies, as he styled those whose death he was 
planning, would be assembled in one place, at 
the opening of Parliament, and how easy it 


Fifth of November in Old England. 69 

would be to blow them up with gunpowder. 
Percy thought the plan admirable, and he and 
Catesby then communicated it to one or two 
I others, of whose willingness to join the project 
they felt certain. 

“Do you know the names of the others, 
aunty ? ” asked Harry. 

I “ Yes ; there was Thomas Winter, a gentle- 
man of Worcestershire, who at first expressed 
great horror, but who was afterward induced 
' to co-operate. He went over to Flanders, and 
I there found Gruido, or Guy, Fawkes, an officer 
in the Spanish army. He was a tall, dark 
|i man, and well qualified, by his courage and 
I daring, for any desperate deed. He went back 
to England with Winter. Little thought he, 
as he stepped on British ground, that he was 
^stepping, as it were, upon a pedestal of perpet- 
ual infamy ! that his name should be handed 
down, generation after generation, as a thing 
upon which too much scorn could not be 
heaped.” 


70 Fifth of November in Old England. 

Why his name more than the rest, aunty % ” 
“ You will see by and by, Harry ; meanwhile 
let us watch the plot growing into maturity. 
There was another conspirator admitted, whose 
name was John Wright ; he was Percy’s brother- 
in-law. These five . met in a solitary house, in 
what was then open country, but which is now 
a closely built-up part of London. Here it was 
that Catesby fully revealed to them his plan, not, 
however, until they had all taken an oath of 
secresy — bound themselves by a solemn promise 
on no account whatever to mention to any one 
what they intended doing, and then they did 
what seems to me a very shocking thing : they 
went up stairs into a garret, and partook of the 
sacrament.” 

“ Why did they do that. Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

“ I suppose to make them feel bound to go 
through with their undertaking, as though a 
great seal were put upon it, and they must go 
on.” 

“Like those men we read of, aunty, who 


a 


Fifth of November in Old England, 71 

bound tbemselves with a great curse that they 
I would kill Paul ? ” 

I “ Something like it, Willie. And perhaps 
we should regard this act of theirs as proving 
that they were really sincere in their belief 
that what they intended doing would be for 
the good of the country. They might even 
think, holding the opinions they did, that they 
were about to do God service, as Very likely 
Queen Mary thought when she made fires and 
faggots to burn in Smithfield, thus unintention- 
' ally, indeed, but surely, sending many of God’s 
faithful servants home in a chariot of fire. Do 
you remember any one else, Willie, who thought 
' he was doing God service when he was perse- 

I cuting those who were not of his way of 

thinking ? ” 

“ Yes, aunty. Saul of Tarsus thought surely 
he was serving God when he persecuted even 
unto death those who loved the Lord Jesus.” 

‘^But how did those conspirators in Lon- 
don get the sacrament? Did they give it 


72 Fifth of November in Old England. 

to themselves, or did Catesby give it to the 
rest ? ” 

“[N^o, Harry; a Jesuit priest, called Father 
Gerard, administered it to them. It is said he 
did not know about the Gunpowder Plot, but 
one cannot help thinking he must have sus- 
pected there was some dark scheme meditated.” 

“ I should think so, indeed ! ” exclaimed 
Willie. “ He could not have thought men like 
them would want to take the sacrament up in 
that garret just because they so loved Jesus 
that they must do it in remembrance of him.” 

“ It was not at this first meeting alone,” pur- 
sued Miss Willis, “ that they partook of the sacra- 
ment ; but whenever a new conspirator was ad- 
mitted to their secret they observed the same 
solemn rite.” 

‘‘ How many conspirators were there, aunty, 
before they were ready to act ? ” asked Harry. 

“ Eighty.” 

Eighty ! ” exclaimed both the boys. 

‘‘Ho wonder, out of so many, that somebody 


Fifth of November in Old England, 73 

let the cat out, my boys, as we shall see by and 
j by was the case.” 

“ What was the exact time. Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

“ It was in the spring and summer of 1604 ; 
it was then, also, that the house in Westminster 
il was hired by Percy.” 

“Wouldn’t it look suspicious to get a house 
close to the Parliament House?” 

“ Ho, I suppose not. Percy was a gentleman 
pensioner, and, as he had to be at court some- 
times, which was then held at Whitehall, he 
might be supposed, naturally enough, to live at 
Westminster, which was not far away.” 

“Hid you ever see Whitehall?” asked 
Vfillie. 

“JTes, with many sad thoughts within me, 
Willie, concerning the great tragedy enacted 
there a few years after the Gunpowder Plot.” 

“ What is tragedy ? ” asked Lucy, who had 
been sitting silent so long that it was a relief 
to the little tongue to have an excuse for speak- 
ing once more. 


74 Fifth of November in Old England. 

X. 

“Tragedy is sometliing very mournful and 
sorrowful — an event whicli has about it some- 
thing very shocking, and generally connected 
with the loss of human life. Ask Harry to tell 
you of some tragedy.” 

“ Will you, Harry ? ” said Lucy. 

“ It was a tragedy when Lincoln was assassin- 
nated ; it was a tragedy when Cesar was assassin- 
nated ; and a tragedy when King Charles was 
beheaded at Whitehall ; and a tragedy when 
Lady Jane Grey was beheaded ; and a tragedy 
when Marie Antoinette was guillotined,” quickly 
answered Harry. 

“ Stop, stop, my boy, you’ve said plenty to 
let our little Lucy, know what a tragedy is. 
We will not stop now to consider how far*any 
of these events was beneficial or otherwise to 
the country in which it took place. We must 
go back to Percy’s house at Westminster with- 
out stopping at Whitehall.” 

“But I do so like to know, dear aunty, 
whether you have seen the very places you 


Fifth of November in Old England. 75 

mentioned, that was why I asked yon if you 
had ever seen Whitehall. It seems to make 
the things more real.” 

“ All right, Willie, dear, ask me all you want 
to know ; but now we must go back to that 
cellar beneath Percy’s house, where the con- 
spirators worked so hard with their delicate 
hands, and were so long before they got through 
I the wall.” 

i “How thick was the wall. Aunt Lizzie;” 

! inquired her little niece; was it three inches 
thick ? ” 

“Three inches!” exclaimed Harry, “if 
you’d said twelve inches, Lucy, you’d have 
had something of a wall ; but girls have such 
ideas 1 ” 

“And your idea is not much nearer the 
mark, Harry, if you suppose the wall 
which cost these gentlemen so much hard 
labor was not more than twelve inches thick. 
We have some very thick walls in England. 
What will you think when I tell you that 


76 Fifth of November in Old England. 

this particular wall was three yards in thick- 
ness % ” 

“ Three yards ! ” exclaimed Harry. 

Three yards ! ” echoed Willie. 

“ Why, I never heard of such a wall ? ” pur- 
sued Harry. 

‘‘ Probably not, my boy. There are a great 
many things you never heard of yet,” said Miss 
Willis, as she* smiled at her nephew’s look of 
astonishment. 

“ Did you ever see such a wall, aunty ? ” 
asked Willie, applying his usual touchstone to 
the question: if aunty had seen things, un- 
belief was hushed forever, thdbgh wonderment, 
in his mind, might still live on. 

Hot quite so thick a one, Willie. I think 
of a wall just now which is three feet or more 
in thickness ; and in reference to this old wall 
in Percy’s house, we may suppose that it was a 
double wall, that is, that the wall of one house 
was built close to the next, just as thick and just 
as independently as if it was to stand alone. 


Fifth of November in Old England. 77 

In those old days, strength and security and 
] durability were the objects sought ; the archi- 
tects then were not so chary of bricks and mor- 
{ tar and space as they are now.” 

should think their arms would ache, and 
I their hands get scratched many a time,” said 
' Willie. 

I hope with all my heart they did ! ” ex- 
I claimed Harry, “it would have served them 
right.” 

“ There’s not much doubt about it, Harry, for 
they took in a new conspirator, that they might 
have another pair of hands to help. His name 
was Christopher Wright. He was a younger 
brother of John Wright, who was taken in at 
the beginning.” 

“ There were six of them now, were there not ? ” 

“ There were six employed in the cellar ; 
but another, %ne Hobert Kay„ a very poor 
Catholic gentleman, had been admitted into 
the secret, because some one was wanted to 
take charge of another part of the plot, and 


78 Fifth of November in Old England, 

that was, another house on the Lambeth side of 
the Thames.” 

Why did they want another house % ” 

“ Because they wished to guard as much as 
possible against discovery, and you know it was 
necessary, if they were to blow up the Parlia- 
ment House, that they should have a pretty 
good quantity of gunpowder ready.” 

“ O what barrels and barrels they’d want ! ” 

“ Yes, indeed, so they thought, and provided 
accordingly great store of this destructive ma- 
terial, which they stowed away in the house 
at Lambeth, along with a great quantity of 
fagots.” 

“ What are fagots ? ” asked Lucy. 

“ Bundles of wood, my dear. By degrees 
these stores of wood, gunpowder, and other 
things were removed from Lambeth by night 
to the cellar at Westminster. They took them 
in small quantities, to avoid suspicion.” 

“ Did they ever get frightened, aunty ? ” in- 
quired Willie. 


j Fifth of November m Old England. 8 1 

j “ Yes, and no wonder, for, as our great poet 
says, ‘ Conscience does make cowards of us all 
and though these men would not have acknowl- 
1 edged that they were about any thing wicked, yet 
! it was a dark and wicked deed for all that.” 

' “ What frightened them. Aunt Lizzie ? ” said 

the little girl. 

j “ Once they thought they heard a bell tolling 
deep down below the cellar under the Parlia- 
ment House, and I can fancy how their faces 
looked horror-stricken as, resting from their la- 
bors, they looked one at another in superstitious 
■fear, and in low tones conjectured what that 
j sound might mean. One might think it the 
j . bell of doom, sounding out the death-warrant ot 
I their hopes; while Guy Fawkes, who acted as 
j sentinel all the time, and who ever tried to 
i raise the failing courage of any, would be likely 
enough to say, ‘ Tush, tush, gentlemen, if it be 
a bell at all, more like it is the sign of our vic- 
tory ; for sure as ever we succeed in our enter- 
prise, and succeed we shall, all the steeples in 


82 Fifth of November in Old England. 

London shall rock with the merry peals of re- 
joicing that shall ring out our joy over the ex- 
ploded royalty and nobility and commonalty 
that we have blown sky-high.’ But somehow 
even Guy Fawkes’s words were not sufficient 
to lull their fears and hush the bell that dark 
and dreary winter’s night.” 

“ What bell was it, aunty ? ” 

“ I cannot tell, my child. I suppose they 
never were quite sure.” 

‘‘ How long did it toll ? ” asked Harry. 

“ I know not.” 

“ But what did they do ? Did they go on 
digging, with that dreadful bell sounding \ ” 
They did a very characteristic thing : they 
had holy water sprinkled around, and after 
that they heard the bell no more.” 

“ What sort of water is holy water, aunty ?” 

“Water which has been blessed by the 
priest, and is believed by the Catholics to be 
thereby endued with wondrous virtues.” 

“ Did they have any more frights % ” inquired 


Fifth of November in Old England. 83 

Harry, with a tone and manner which said, as 
plainly as any words could have done, that he 
sincerely hoped they had. 

Yes. Hext they heard a rumbling sound, 
which seemed to be almost over their heads.” 

•‘Was it thunder?” said Lucy, who was all 
attention to Miss Willis’s narrative. 

“ Thunder ! ” exclaimed Harry. “ Why how 
could there be any thunder deep down in that 
cellar, and in a winter’s night too ? ” 

“01 forgot ! ” said the little sister, whose 
knowledge of the laws of electricity was ex- 
tremely limited, notwithstanding the scientific 
explanation which had been given her by her 
elder brother the last time a thunderstorm had 
frightened the timid little girl into asking 
why God spoke so loud. 

“ Thunder, indeed ! I should sooner think it 
was a body of the King’s horse-guards coming 
to seize every man -jack of them, and carry 
them right off to the Tower.” 

“ Did it sound like horses ? ” asked Willie. 


84 Fifth of November in Old England. 

‘‘ Not mucli like horses ; rather more like 
thunder, I fancy.” 

“ Suppose it had been the soldiers,” said 
Harry, “ what do you think the conspirators 
would have done. Aunt Lizzie % ” 

‘‘I think, Harry, there is little doubt but 
that they would have thrown a light in among 
the gunpowder, and have perished along with 
those who came to seize them.” 

‘‘ What makes you think that, aunty ? ” 

“Because, Willie, when any man’s courage 
gave way Guy Fawkes would say, ‘Gentle- 
men, we have abundance of powder and shot 
here, and there is no fear of our being taken 
alive even if discovered.’ So on they worked 
again.” 

“ Did they hear any more noises ? ” 

“ They thought they did — ^low voices were 
heard muttering about the Gunpowder Plot ; 
but this must have been in their own guilty 
consciences, like the tolling of the bell, and 
not a real sound like that rumbling which 


Fifth of November in Old England , . 85 

frightened them so as they dug and dug and 
sweated in that dreary cellar.” 

Did they never rest, never cease from their 
work, Aunt Lizzie?” asked Harry. 

“Yes. Once, when Guy Fawkes was prowl- 
ing about, seeing what he could see, and hear- 
ing what he could hear, he found out that the 
King had prorogued the Parliament again 
from the 7th of February to the 3d of October ; 
so, as it was not going to meet so soon as was 
expected, the conspirators thought they would 
take rest awhile — would separate until after 
the Christmas holidays. They agreed to take 
no notice of each other, and on no account 
whatever were they to write letters to one 
another. So they dispersed, shut up the 
house at Westminster, and each went his 
way to spend the merry Christmas time as 
best he might.” 

“ I shouldn’t think any of them could be very 
merry,” said Willie. 

“ Ho,” replied Miss Willis. “ I do not think, 

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86 Fifth of November in Old England. 

with that dark secret on their minds, they conld 
be in harmony with the glad and joyous Christ- 
mas time — the time when even angels sang, 

‘ Good-will toward men.’ ” 

“Will you tell us some time about the merry 
Christmas in England, aunty, dear % ” 

“Yes, some time, Willie — after I’ve finished 
telling you about the 5th of November.” 

“ How long did the conspirators keep away 
from their work? ” asked Harry. 

“ I suppose about five or six weeks, for it 
was the beginning of February, 1605, when 
Catesby again met his fellow-conspirators in 
the house at Westminster. There was a larger 
company now, three more being admitted to 
this dark fellowship. One was called John 
Grant. He was a gentleman from the county 
of Warwick, which is adjoining Worcestershire, 
where Winter came from. 

“ What kind of a man was he ? ” 

“ Not ver^ lovable, I imagine.” 

“Why no, aunty, I guess not,” laughed 


Fifth of November in Old England. 87 

Harry ; “I shouldn’t expect any of them were 
very taking.” 

“ I think, Harry, this John Grant was, very 
possibly, less so than some of the others, for he 
was a man of a melancholy temper, which seems 
to have been nurtured and increased by the 
doleful house where he lived. This house was 
built with a frowning wall all round it, and 
a deep moat.” 

‘‘What is a moat. Aunt Lizzie?” and the 
little face once more looked up for enlighten- 
ment. 

“ It was a deep ditch, Lucy, dug all round the 
outer wall, and filled with water, so that nobody 
could go across it unless the drawbridge was let 
down for them to pass over it. These moats 
were very common in the feudal times, and 
warlike days of Old England ; round about the 
old castles we can still see where the moat was, 
but it is no longer filled with water ; it is green, 
and grass grown. So this poor melancholy 
gentleman had shut . himself up in his gloomy 


88 Fifth of November in Old England. 

liouse, and doubtless nursed bis grievances until 
they assumed gigantic proportions, and be was 
as ripe for sedition and revenge as any one of 
those dark conspirators. Another of tbe new 
men was tbe eldest brother of Thomas Winter, 
bis name was John. Tbe third was Thomas 
Bates, tbe servant of Catesby, and be, I pre- 
sume, was admitted for reasons of policy ; for 
Catesby had begun to think be had some sus- 
picion of what he was about ; so, doubtless, he 
thought it safest to purchase his secresy by 
making him a participator in the plot.” 

“ Do you think, aunty, they found it quite 
easy to obtain these new helpers % ” 

“ I am afraid, Harry, it was not a very diffi- 
cult matter, for these three men had all been 
sufferers, in different degrees, for their religion 
during the preceding reign of Elizabeth, and 
now it would seem to them an opportunity 
for revenge presented itself, and revenge is very 
sweet to the human heart, if the love of Jesus 
has not really entered in, and taught it hii 


Fifth of November m Old England. 89 

divine lesson, ^ Love your enemies.’ An d now, 
with their increased numbers, they set to work 
afresh with their gloomy, dismal task, and now 
it was they heard that great rumbling noiso 
which I told you startled them so thoroughly. 
Full of consternation they werp ; but Guy 
Fawkes, their sentinel, came in and quieted 
their fears by telling them that the noise was 
occasioned by the removing of a quantity of 
coals. It seemed the cellar directly under 
the House of Lords was in the occupation of a 
coal dealer, and just at this time he was remov- 
ing his stock to some other place. And now a 
grand opportunity presented itself to the con- 
spirators. They found the cellar was to be let 
to the highest bidder, so they concluded it 
would be best for them to hire it. This was 
accordingly done by Percy. And now their 
boring and boring through the wall ceased.” 

“I’m rather sorry,” said Harry. “I should 
have liked them to have to work right hard to 
the very end.” 


90 Fifth of November in Old England. 

. “ Their hard work was not quite over ; they 
had to remove, as cautiously as might be, their 
thirty-six barrels of gunpowder.” 

“ Thirty-six barrels ! Why, aunty, what a 
quantity! They must have determined to do 
the deed very thoroughly.” 

Yes, Harry, they knew well what would be 
their fate if, unsuccessful in their attempt, they 
were attainted and convicted of high treason.” 

What is high treason, Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

“ It is an attempt to destroy the life of the 
King or Queen, Lucy, or to overthrow the 
government. It is the greatest civil crime of 
which an individual can be guilty.” 

“ What do you mean by civil crime ? ” asked 
Willie. 

“A crime against the State, Willie, in con- 
tradistinction to a crime against an individual.” 

“ Did they pretend they were going to keep 
a gunpowder store ? ” inquired Harry. 

“No ; they hid the gunpowder under faggots 
and coals, throwing in among it large stones 


Fifth of November in Old England. 91 

and bars of iron, to increase its destructive 
effects ; then they flung the doors of the 
cellar wide open, so that any body or every 
body who pleased might go in, just as if all 
was right, and the place contained nothing 
dangerous.” 

“I should think they were what would be 
called full of guile,” said Willie gently. 

“ Guile indeed ! ” responded his aunt. 

And now the dark days of winter had passed, 
and all the land lay smiling and beautiful be- 
neath the gepial sun of May.” 

“Wasn’t the cellar dark?” asked the little 
one. 

“ iN’ot too bright, my child, you may be sure ; 
but even that was brighter, doubtless, than the 
dark hearts of the conspirators. And now they 
separated once more, and the long bright days 
of summer were over before they again met. 
In September, however, true to their deadly 
purpose, they again assembled. If we go into 
the cellar now we shall see some whom we do 


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not recognize — strange faces whicli have not 
been there before.” 

‘‘"Were they some of the Horse Guards in 
disguise ? ” eagerly inquired Harry. 

“ Ho, my boy ; one of these new men, how- 
ever, proved the instrument of the betrayal and 
frustration of the plot. And I think if Catesby, 
or Percy, of Guy Fawkes could have known this, 
not one of them but would sooner have buried 
his sword in the heart of the new confederate 
than that he should have left the cellar alive, 
with their dread secret committed to his care.” 

“ O, aunty ! But who were these new men ? ” 
“There were four: one whs Sir Edward 
Baynham, of Gloucestershire ; another. Sir Ever- 
ard Digby, of Butlandshire ; the third, Ambrose 
Book wood, of Suffolk ; and the fourth, Francis 
Tresham, of Horthamptonshire.” 

“Why, Aunt Lizzie, they seemed to come 
from all parts of England, almost.’^ 

“Yes, my boy, here and there, nearly all 
through the land, malcontents might have been 


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found. These latter conspirators were for the 
most part rich, .and able to help on the plot, 
some by money and some by horses.” 

“What did they want horses for?” asked 
Lucy. 

“They wanted ,to ride away, as quick as 
might be, as soon as the Parliament should be 
blown up; to ride away through the countiy, 
and rouse the Roman Catholics.” 

“Didn’t they intend to have a King, after 
they bad killed King James?” inquired 
Harry. 

“ They intended having another Queen Eliza- 
beth, but very different she would have been 
from the great Queen Bess, for the King’s 
daughter, the Princess Elizabeth, whom they 
intended to seize and proclaim Queen, was very 
young.” 

'' “ How old was she, aunty ? ” and Lucy’s in- 
terest was evidently strongly roused. 

“ She was little more than nine years of age.” 

“ Why did they want a little girl for Queen ? ” 


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‘^Because then they would have their own 
way in every thing.” 

“Hadn’t the King any sons?” asked Willie. 

“Why, yes, Willie,” interposed Harry; “don’t 
you remember Aunt Lizzie told us they were 
going to blow Prince Henry up with the King 
and Queen, and the Parliament.” 

“ There was another son,” said Miss Willis ; 
“ a little boy not quite five years old.” 

“Was he to be. blown up too, aunty?” said 
Lucy. 

“Ko, my dear, he was too young to be 
present in the Parliament House.” 

“ Then wouldn’t he have been King instead 
of his sister being Queen ? ” inquired Harry. 

“ The conspirators had provided against that, 
for Percy was to seize him and assassinate 
him.” 

“ O dear ! how dreadful I ” sighed the gentle 
little girl. 

“It would have been dreadful, my darling; 
and yet I think that would have been a prefer- 


Fifth of November m Old England. 95 

able fate for the joung prince, Charles Stuart, 
than that which befell him, when, as Charles 
the First, King of England, he suffered death 
upon the scaffold.” 

"Were the wicked men going to break into 
the King’s palace, aunty, to get the little Prin- 
cess out ? ” 

“ JSTo, Lucy : she was kept at Lord Harring- 
ton’s house in Warwickshire.” 

“ And were there no people to take care of 
the poor Princess ? ” 

“ O yes ! And the way the conspirators 
thought they would obtain possession of her 
was this : Sir Everard Higby, Ambrose Pook- 
wood, and John Grant were to assemble their 
friends, under pretense of a hunting-match, in 
the neighborhood of Lord Harrington’s house, 
and thus, having got a pretty strong force, suf- 
ficient to overpower the household, they would 
seize and carry off the Princess, and proclaim 
her Queen.” 

“ How long had the plot lasted now, Aunt 
Lizzie ? ” 


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“ About a year and a half, Willie ; and 
though by this time the dreadful secret was 
shared by more than twenty persons, no one 
as yet had in any way betrayed it.” 

“I wonder who would be the first to do it. 
I guess it would be that poor melancholy gen- 
tleman from Warwickshire,” conjectured Harry. 

“We shall soon see, my boy, for the time is 
fast approaching when either Gunpowder Plot 
will explode the Parliament, or be itself ex- 
ploded.” 

“Was somebody going to put gunpowder 
under them and blow them up, Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

“ Ho, Lucy dear,” said Miss Willis, smiling. 
“ I meant that their plan would very soon be 
successful, or else something would occur to 
hinder it.” 

“01 hope something would ! ” said the 
child. “I should be so sorry for that little 
prince to be blown up, and the other one 
killed.” 

“ Even that wouldn’t be as bad as killing all 


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the grown-up men who would be in the Parlia- 
ment House, little sis. Only think how many 
papas would have been killed,. and how many 
little children would have been left without.” 

“ O, Willie, it was dreadful ! ” 

“ I almost wonder,” said Harry, “ that one 
of the conspirators didn’t break faith with the 
others, and go and tell the King all about it. 
I should think the King would have given him 
an immense sum of money for telling.” 

“Perhaps the thought might enter some 
mind, Harry ; but the strong desire to get rid 
of the King proved stronger than the hope of 
gain, and so for all this long time the secret 
was safe.” 

“ Did Parliament meet when they expected, 
or was it put off % ” 

“ The King prorogued it again, Harry ; this 
time from the third of October to the fifth of 
November. And now, somehow or other, the 
conspirators had become uneasy, fearing their 
design had been discovered, so Thomas Winter 


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said lie would go into the House of Lords on 
the prorogation day and see how things looked. 
He found all right, nobody suspecting there were 
thirty-six barrels of gunpowder just underneath 
where they were.” 

“Would they have been frightened if they’d 
known ? ” said Lucy. 

“ I guess they would ! ” exclaimed Harry. 
“ Why, Lucy, don’t you know how frightened 
you were when Cousin Henry and I had that 
tiny bit of gunpowder to fire our little brass 
cannon off with. Thirty-six barrels of gunpow- 
der just underneath was enough to frighten 
hundreds of grown men, if they’d only 
known ! ” 

“Yes, indeed,” said Miss Willis. “How- 
ever, they neither knew nor suspected ; and 
now Thomas Winter returned, and reported all 
safe, so the conspirators proceeded to make fur- 
ther preparations.” 

“ Why, Aunt Lizzie, I should have thought 
they had done plenty ? ” 


Fifth of November in Old England, 99 

“ And so they had, Harry, so far as the exe- 
cution of their plot was concerned ; hut they 
wanted to get Guy Fawkes safe hack to Flan- 
ders after he had done his part of the work.” 

“ Do you mean after he had done being sen- 
tinel, aunty ? ” 

“ No, Willie ; he was to be the active instru- 
ment in the carrying out of the final arrange- 
ment. He was to fire with a slow match the 
long train which was to communicate with the 
gunpowder, making his escape from the region 
of danger before the grand explosion took 
place. He was to be far enough from the scene 
of disaster to he unhurt by the falling fragments 
of timber and bricks and stones.” 

‘‘ Where was he going ? ” 

“ He was going back to Flanders in a ship 
which was hired and kept ready for the emer- 
gency in the river Thames. And now every 
thing was ready, all arrangements completed.” 

“ O dear, how I wish the King knew ! ” 
sighed Lucy. 


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Didn’t any of them feel any pity for any 
body ?” Baid Willie, and tears filled his eyes. 

“ Happily yes, Willie ; and this feeling led to 
the betrayal of the plot. As the day drew near | 
— that never-to-be-forgotten fifth of ISTovember — 
some of the conspirators remembered that they 
had near relatives and friends who would be in | 
the House of Lords, and whom they would be 
very sorry to have blown up with the rest, so 
they said they should like to warn them to 
keep away from Parliament that day. How- ' 
ever, they received no encouragement from ! 
Catesby, the originator of the plot. He de- - 
dared that in such a cause he would sacrifice j 
his own son.” j 

“ What, blow him up, aunty ? ” 

He meant he would be willing to do that, 
my dear, rather than the plot should fail; 
though 1 don’t suppose his son really was to 
be present.” 

‘‘ O dear ! how did the others feel about their 


friends ? ” 


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“ Yery badly, I imagine ; but there was only 
o^e who let his feelings lead him far enough to 
do any thing to save them.” 

“WTiich one was that?” exclaimed Harry, 
whose interest in Miss Willis’s narrative deep- 
ened as she proceeded. 

“ It was Francis Tresham, of Northampton- 
shire.” 

“ O aunty ! I begin almost to like him ! ” 
And 1 feel as though my country almost 
owes him a debt of gratitude,” said Miss 
Willis. Although he only intended saving his 
brother-in-law, he, nevertheless, saved the 
kingdom.” 

Who was his brother-in-law ? ” and, How 
did he do it ? ” exclaimed the brothers in one 
breath. 

“ His brother-in-law was the Lord Mount- 
eagle, who was sure to be at the opening of 
Parliament, and, as Tresham could not persuade 
the others to warn their friends, he determined 
to act for himself and warn his ; so he wrote a 

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very mysterious letter, aud afraid, doubtless, 
to trust it to any other hand than his ow% 
he took it himself to the lodging of Lord Mount- 
eagle, and he took it in the dusk of the even- 
ing.” 

“ Why did he do that. Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

“ Yery likely he felt frightened, all the while 
he was doing it, lest any of his fellow-conspir- 
ators should 'see or suspect him.” 

“What would they have done if they had, 
aunty ? ” 

. “ ITo doubt they woufd have put it out of his 
power to do any more mischief, Willie, by 
killing him; however, he delivered his letter 
without being discovered.” 

“ Did he tell the gentleman about the thirty- 
six barrels of gunpowder, to make him keep 
away ? ” asked Lucy. 

“1^*0, Lucy, he didn’t tell him any thing 
very plain, except that he’d better not go to the 
opening of Parliament.” 

“What else did he say?” inquired Harry,. 


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“ I have a copy of the letter ; if you would 
like to hear it I will read it to you.” 

“ O do, auuty, do, please ! ” was the united 
petition of the children. Here it is : 

“ My Loed : Out of the love I have to some 
of your friends, I have a care for your preserva- 
tion. Therefore, I would advise you, as you 
tender your life, to devise some excuse to shift 
off your attendance at this Parliament. Por 
God and man have concurred to punish the 
wickedness of this time. And think not slightly 
of this advertisement ; hut retire yourself into 
' the country, where you may expect the event 
im safety. For though there be no appearance 
of any stir, yet, I say, they will receive a ter- 
rible blow this Parliament, and yet they shall 
not see who hurts them. This counsel is not to 
be contemned, because it may do you good, 
and can do you no harm ; for the danger is » 
passed as soon as you have burned the letter. 

'And I hope God will give you the grace to 


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make good use of it, unto whose holy protection 
I commend you.” 

“ How long before the opening of Parliament 
•did Lord Mounteagle receive the letter ? ” 
inquired Harry. 

“ Ten days.” 

“ And did he stay away ? ” asked Lucy. O, 
I hope he did.” 

“ I hope he did something more than that, 
little sister ! ” exclaimed Harry. 

“ He did what I think was the best thing he 
could do under the circumstances,” said Miss 
*Willis, “ he showed the letter to Lord Sales- 
bury, the Secretary of State.” 

^‘He did believe it, then,” said Willie. 
“I was afraid he wouldn’t believe it. I 
thought, perhaps, he would think it was 
only a threatening letter meant to frighten 
him, and so wouldn’t take any notice of 
it.” 

“ He was inclined to think thus of it ; but, 


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happily, he judged it safest to show it to Lord 
Salisbury. 

“ And what did he think ? ” asked Harry. 

“ He also was inclined to think lightly of it, 
but nevertheless he thought it best to show it to 
the King, who came to town soon after. The 
King was not disposed to treat the matter quite 
so lightly as the noblemen thought it deserved. 
He looked upon it as something serious, and 
which might be dangerous. The serious, earnest 
tone of the letter led him to this conclusion.” 

‘^From what did he suppose the danger 
came \ ” 

He thought of gunpowder.” 

‘‘ What made him think of that, I wonder ? ” 

“ The words in the letter, Harry : ^ terrible 
blow,’ ‘ and yet they shall not see who hurts 
them.’ ” 

Did he think there were thirty-six barrels \ ” 
asked Lucy. 

“I do not think he had any thing very ex- 
actly imagined, my dear.” 


io6 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“ What did they do, aunty, to find out ? ” 

“ They kept quiet until the day before 
the meeting of Parliament, and then they 
searched the vaults underneath the Parliament 
houses.” 

“ How glad I am ! ” exclaimed Lucy. “ How 
they would find the gunpowder, and the little 
prince would not be blown up.” 

‘‘Who ventured to go?” asked Willie. 

“ It was the business of the Lord Chamber- 
lain, which office at this time was held by the 
Earl of Suffolk. He and Lord Mounteagle 
opened the door of the conspirator’s vault about 
two o’clock in the afternoon of the fourth of 
Hovember, and looking in, saw Guy Fawkes. 
‘Who are you, friend?’ said they. ‘Why, I 
am Mr. Percy’s servant, and I am looking after 
hi^ store of fuel here.’ ‘Your master has laid 
in a pretty goo'd store,’ they rejoined, and so 
saying they went away.” 

“ O didn’t they catch him, and take him to 
prison. Aunt Lizzie ? ” said Lucy, quite dis- 


Fifth of November in Old England, 107 

tressed to find that he was still left in his con- 
cealment. 

“]N^o, darling, they were not empowered to 
seize him ; but they were convinced by what 
they saw of the preparations, and by his man- 
ner and bearing, as well as by the villainy 
which was depicted on his face, that they had 
strong grounds for the suspicions which had 
been aroused. It looked very strange that 
Percy, who lived so little in town, should have 
so large a stock of fuel laid in, and that he 
should have a servant there minding it.’’ 

“ I wonder how Guy Fawkes felt after they 
left him ; whether he was suspicious that spies 
had visited him ! ” exclaimed Harry. 

* “ It scarcely looks as if he was, I think, for 
we find that after they went away Guy Fawkes 
went to the other conspirators and told them 
every thing was quiet, and then he returned to 
the dark cellar and shut himself up again, 
thinking, no doubt, that his watch would soon 
be over, and he would be crossing the sea to 


io8 Fifth of November m Old England. 

Flanders. By and by be heard the clock strike 
twelve, and now the very day had arrived 
when the grand plot would be accomplished.” 

“ I should think he would be pretty well 
tired of that cellar by this time,” said Harry. 

“ I should think so indeed, my boy. And 
now once more he opened the door, and began 
looking about in the prowling kind of way he 
had often done before, when all at once he was 
seized and made prisoner.” 

Then Lucy clapped her hands for joy. “ Was 
it the King who had come for him, aunty ? ” 

“ Why, Lucy, kings don’t go into cellars ex- 

« 

cept when they are put there, as Kichard the 
Lion-hearted was put into the dungeon of a 
tower in Germany when he was coming back 
irom the Holy Land,” exclaimed Harry. 

Ho, it was not the King, my dear ; it was 
Sir Thomas Knevett, a justice of the peace, 
with a party of soldiers.” 

“ Didn’t Guy Fawkes fight % Didn’t he re- 
sist, Aunt Lizzie ? ” 


Fifth of November in Old England. 109 

“ He was seized so suddenly, Harry, that he 
had no chance of doing so, and it was well he 
had not, as he would have destroyed himself 
and his captors and the place all at once ; in- 
deed, it was matter of great regret to him that 
he had not done so.” 

“ But how could he % ” asked the little 
one. 

“ By throwing a match into the gunpowder, 
Lucy. He had on him matches and tinder and 
touch- wood, and there was a dark lantern, with 
a lighted candle in it, behind the door.” 

“ What is tinder ? ” inquired Willie. 

Miss Willis smiled as the question fell on her 
ear, for she had forgotten for the moment that 
these children had probably not only never seen 
tinder, but had not heard of it either, and it 
seemed a very long time since her own child- 
hood, when tinder was an essential element of 
housekeeping. 

“ Tinder was an article in daily use, Willie, 
before the invention of lucifer matches. When 


no Fifth of November in Old England. 

I was a little tiny child we could not obtain a 
light as readily as we can now. We had a tin- 
der-box, with tinder in it, and a flint and steel, 
and we had to strike the flint with the steel, 
and sparks came out, and falling on the tinder, 
set it just smoldering, so that by patient blow- 
ing and applying a match dipped in brimstone, 
we could obtain a light.” 

The children laughed, and Harry said he 
thought it must have been one of the dark ages, ^ 
and then they laughed again when Miss Willis 
told them what a treat it was to her when she 
was a little child to watch tinder made ; how 
her grandmamma would take a piece of linen, 
and holding it by the tongs, would set it blaz- 
ing, and how she liked to watch it blaze and 
shrivel and turn into tinder, and how it had not 
all done blazing when grandmamma would put 
it into the tinder-box and shut it up. And 
just as merrily they laughed when aunty told 
them of her own vain efforts to strike a light ^ 
by means of flint and steel and tinder, and theji'' 


Fifth of November in Old England. 1 1 1 

how the old people of that time were long be^ 
fore they would own the superiority of lucifer 
matches. Indeed, they became so much inter- 
ested in the tinder subject that they were in 
some little danger of forgetting the prisoner 
Guy Fawkes ; and to say the truth, Harry was 
speculating in his own mind as to the possi- 
bility of experimenting on this same question 
of striking a light — he would borrow one of 
papa’s specimens of quartz, and mamma’s big 
scissors — but the tinder — how could he get a 
piece of linen, and how, without incurring a 
reprimand from somebody, could he see the 
bright flame burning up the rag on its way to 
become tinder. He was revolving the perplex- 
ity without coming nearer a solution when Miss 
Willis said, 

“ But our talk about tinder must not let us 
lose sight of Guy Fawkes— we have not quite 
done with him yet.” 

“Ho, indeed. Aunt Lizzie, I hope we shall 
have him executed before we say good-bye to 


1 12 Fifth of November in Old England. 

him,” said Harry, coming out of his meditation 
on the possibilities of tinder. 

“ What did they do with him, aunty?” 

“First of all, Lucy, he was taken to the 
King’s bed-chamber.” 

“Wasn’t the King frightened to have him 
taken there % ” 

“ I think he was a little, for he caused him 
to be held very fast, and himself kept at a pretty* 
good distance the while ; and then he asked him 
how he could have had it in his heart to destroy 
so many innocent people?” to which Guy 
Fawkes replied, “Because desperate diseases 
need desperate remedies.” The next day he was 
taken to the Tower, but he was very obstinate ; he 
refused to discover his accomplices, and showed 
no concern for any thing but the failure of the 
enterprise. Some historians say that he was 
horribly tortured ; while others assert that after 
two or three days’ confinement in the Tower, 
left there to refiect on his guilt and danger, 
the rack was just shown to him, and thereupon 


Fifth of November in Old England. 1 1 5 

, liis courage, unsupported by hope or society, 

; gave way.” 

j “ Wbat was tbe rack, Aunt Lizzie ? ” 

' “ A horrible instrument of torture, by means 

of which confession was extorted; very often 
it was used upon the persons of the innocent.” 

“ Did you see the rack in the Tower, aunty ? ” 
asked Willie. 

1 “I am not sure that I saw the special one 
|: used upon Guy Fawkes, Willie; I did see some 
fearful looking instruments of torture: one 
called the Scavenger’s Daughter, and another 
called the Thumb-Screw.” 

“ Are they ever used now % ” 

“]^o, my boy ; such cruelties are passed away 
forever, I trust, from our Christian England.” 

“ Did no other conspirators besides Guy 
# Fawkes get caught ? ” inquired Harry. 

A good many of them were seized, though 
there is some disagreement among historians as 
to whether Guy Fawkes betrayed them or not.” 
‘‘I hope Tresliam escaped, aunty, seeing he 


1 16 Fifth of Nov ember m Old England. 

had had enough good in him to give warning to 
any of the Parliament men % ” 

Poor Tresham was taken to the Tower, Har- 
ry, and he made confessions, and then changed 
again, and said his confessions were not true, 
like many another poor wretch beneath horrible 
tortures. Tresham died from some disease, thus 
escaping the ignominious death which was in- 
flicted upon several of his fellow-conspirators.” 

“ Were they caught quickly. Aunt Lizzie % ” 

“Some of them fled away into Northampton- 
shire, then they went to D unchurch, where the 
proposed hunting-party had assembled, who, 
flnding there had been a plot, and it was dis- 
covered, went away in the night, and the party 
of conspirators were left alone with Sir Everard 
Digby, who, you remember, was the one who 
was to seize the Princess Elizabeth. So, then, 
they all galloped off again through Warwick- 
shire and Worcestershire to a place called Hoi 
beach, on the borders of Staffordshire. They 
tried, on their way, to get the Catholics to join 


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tliem ; but they were very indignant, and 
would have nothing to say with them. All the 
while, riding after them as quickly as could 
be, was the Sheriff of W orcestershire, and many 
horsemen joined in the pursuit.” 

“Wouldn’t they be very tired, aunty?” said 
the little girl, whose sympathies were quickly 
enlisted on whichever side suffering in any 
form appeared. 

“ Perhaps they were, Lucy, but you must 
remember they were fleeing from the certainty 
of the fearful, disgraceful punishment which 
was inflicted for high treason. And now I 
want you to notice, dear children, the remark- 
able fulfillment of that proverb of the wise 
man, ‘ Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein ; 
and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon 
him.’” 

“ Did they get blown up ? ” gently inquired 
Willie. 

“ Almost, dear boy. They determined to de- 
fend themselves in the house at Holbeach, so 


1 1 8 Fifth of November in Old E^igland. 

they shut themselves up, and put some wet gun- 
powder before the fire to dry. This was a 
dangerous thing, as the result proved. The 
powder took fire and blew up. Catesby (’^ho, 
you remember, was the first who conceived the 
Gunpowder Plot) was singed and blackened, 
and nearly killed, and some of the others were 
very mucb hurt. However, knowing they 
must die one way or other, they determined .to ■ 
die there ; and so, maimed as they were, they ^ 
presented themselves at the window to be shot 
at. The people rushed in upon them. One 
shot killed Catesby and Percy. The two 
brothers Wright were shot also. The others, 
including Sir Everard Digby, Pookwood, and ; 
Winter, were taken prisoners, and were after- 
terward executed. More than two months 
passed before the trial of Guy Fawkes and the 
other conspirators came on; and then, on the 
fifteenth of January, 1606, they were found 
guilty, and sentenced to be hanged, drawn, and 
quartered. 


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“ How dreadful ! ” exclaimed both the boys. 

“ Dreadful, indeed,” replied their aunt. 

‘‘ Were they hanged in London, aunty ? ” 

“ Ves, my dear ; some in St. Paul’s church- 
yard, and some before the Parliament House.” 

“ I should think nobody would ever try to 
blow up the Parliament House again.” 

I should think not, Harry ; but lest they 
should, the precaution is still taken, before the 
Sovereign goes to the House of Lords to open 
Parliament, of examining the vaults under- 
neath.” 

“ Has it been done ever since that old Fifth 
of November, aunty ? ” 

! Yes, dear, for more than two hundred and 
I fifty years. There is quite a procession of ofd- 
i cials, with torches or lanterns, peering into the 
I corners of the vaulted chambers beneath the 
j beautiful building, of which I showed you the 
i picture.” 

“ Will you tell us about the opening of Par- 
liament, Aunt Lizzie, and about the Queen, 

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120 Fifth of November in Old England. 

and the crown, and the Tower, and all the 
other things we want to know ? ” 

“ Some time I will ; but there is another 
thing I must tell you first, and that is, how 
our boys in England keep the Fifth of No- 
vember.” 

O that will be splendid ! ” said Harry. 
“I hope they have no end of crackers and 
gunpowder, and perhaps they have tinder 
too.” 

Miss Willis smiled as she kissed the bright 
faces of the children, bidding them run away 
now, and she would tell them another day what 
they were so eager to hear. 

It is needless to say there was no scarcity of 
talk in the children’s room that night, and 
Harry fell asleep to dream that he was in a 
dark cellar, which he thought he would light 
up, and just as he was making tinder to get a 
light from, the piece of blackened, shriveling 
linen changed into a beautiful banner of the 
stars and stripes, with a golden lion at the end 


Fifth of November in Old England, 12 1 

of the flagstatf, and before he knew it was 
floating far up on the top of a building, which 
he thought was the palace at Westminster, 
when all at once he knew it was the State 
House of his own city. 


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CHAPTEK lY. 

GUY FAWKES. 

Eemember, remember 
The Fifth of November, 

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot : 

There is no reason 
Why Gunpowder Treason 
Should ever be forgot. — Old Ballad. 

“Now, aunty, now wont you please tell us 
liow your Englisli boys keep the Fifth of No- 
vember ? because it is nearly here, you know, 
and Willie and I want to keep it in Englisli 
style if papa will let us ; and perhaps we can 
get Cousin Henry and Prescott to come, and 
Uncle Walker. O, aunty, it would just be 
splendid ! Uncle Walter is the most splen — ” 
“Don’t get out of breath, Harry. And 
wouldn’t it be quite as well if you were to 
hear how our boys keep it before deciding 


Fifth of November in Old England, 123 

that you would like to keep it in English 
style ? ” 

I know I should be sure to like it, aunty, 
because I remember you said they had crackers 
and all kinds of fireworks, and bonfires. O it 
would be splendid, I know it would ; and with 
Uncle Walter to help, it would just be the most 
delightful thing in the world.” 

More than three months had passed since 
Miss Willis and the little folks had had their 
charming chat about Guy Eawkes and the 
House of Lords ; but so deep was the impres- 
sion made on the minds of the children that the 
Gunpowder Plot was a passage in English his- 
tory not likely ever to be erased from their 
memories, and while aunty was gone on her 
long tour into Canada and the mountains and 
lakes of the States, Harry and Willie often 
talked of what she had told them, and specu- 
lated much as to the possibility of their keeping 
the anniversary of the plot in the same way as 
English boys. They had spent* a summer’s 


124 Fifth of November in Old England. 

week with their cousins at Glenburgh, a great 
part of which time was occupied in retailing to 
very earnest listeners all that Miss Willis had 
told them on this subject ; and again the Glen- 
burgh children sighed, and “wished Harry’s 
Aunt Lizzie was their auntJ’ 

“But why isn’t she, why can’t ^he be our 
aunt too ? ” urged Pressie Sterling. 

“ Ask her, Pressie, ask her ; perhaps she 
will,” said his sweet little Cousin Lucy ; 
“she’s just the very kindest aunt in all the 
world.” 

The end of that summer’s conversation about 
the Fifth of November was, that the Prescott 
children were to get to know all that ever they 
could from Aunt Lizzie about the boys in En- 
gland, and then perhaps their papas would let 
them do the same things; and if only Uncle 
Walter would come and help them! So the 
young hearts were bright and hopeful that 
they would be able to carry out their proposed 
scheme for the Fifth. 


Fifth of November in Old England, 125 

As has been intimated, Miss Willis had been 
away from her little nephews a considerable 
time, drinking in deep draughts of enjoyment 
as she traveled amid the beauties of this land ; 
but often had she longed among mountain 
solitudes for the prattle of the children who 
had wound themselves so closely round her 
heart, and she was no less eager to tell them 
about the “ Fifth of ITovember ” in England 
than they were to hear, so she needed no second 
appeal from Harry. 

Lucy climbed upon her lap, while the two 
boys sat on low seats in front of her. Ho need 
to enjoin attention. The children were all 
prepared to listen, with ears and eyes wide 
open. 

‘‘ There have a good many ^ Fifths of Hovem- 
ber ’ come into my mind,” began Miss Willis, 
‘‘ some of them a long way back, when I was as 
little as you.” 

^^As little as me, aunty! were you ever as 
little as me ? ” And the little golden head was 


126 Fifth of November in Old England. 

raised, and a pair of very wide-open blue eyes 
turned full on Miss Willis’s face. 

“Why, Lucy, don’t you know every body 
was little once as little as our baby, even Gen- 
eral Washington, who, I told you, fought the 
British so splendidly \ Of course aunty was 
once, though I don’t know how long ago, as 
little as you.” 

“Yes, Lucy, dear, as Harry says, we were all 
babies once. Only we can’t remember quite 
BO far back, and I suppose I should be about 
your size at the time I first remember ; but 
Fifths of November did not seem to follow each 
other so quickly then as they have done since. 
I think squibs and Catharine wheels are the 
earliest of my associations with Gunpowder- 
Plot day; and then, later on, the making of 
touchpaper, which my brother and his friend 
practiced; and very pleasant to all of us was 
the smell of smoldering ‘ touch,’ as we called 
it.” 

“ Didn’t you have tinder, aqnty ? ” 


Fifth of November in Old E7tgla7id. 127 

“ITo, Harry ; the boys used ' touch ’ instead.” 

“ Did you set fireworks off, Aunt Lizzie \ ” 

“Ho, Willie, I was content to watch them 
let off. I was too timid even to handle them, 
except before they were lighted, and when they 
were let off I took care to be at a safe distance. 
But I think I must leave my childish memories, 
and tell you of the last Fifth of Hovember, 
which I spent near London.” 

“Was it a nice Fifth of Hovember, Aunt 
Lizzie? ” 

“ Yes, Harry, and I think the most character- 
istic of the day, taking it all together, that I 
ever remember. I was dressing — it was not 
very early — for our winter mornings are not so 
tight as yours, and I heard a great noise out- 
side, in the lane, and looking out I saw — what 
do you think ? ” 

“ Crackers and squibs going off,” suggested 
Harry. 

“Ho, it wasn’t dark enough for that; try 
again.” 


128 Fifth of November in Old England, 

“ A bonfire,” said Willie. 

“ No, I shall have to tell you. I don’t think 
you can guess. I saw Guy Fawkes ! ” 

“Guy Fawkes! Why, 1 thought he was 
hanged years and years since 1 ” 

“ So he was, Harry.” 

“Was it his ghost?” inquired Willie, in a 
tone of great solemnity. 

“ No, it was his effigy. I wonder if you can 
tell me what an effigy is ? ” 

“ I don’t know,” said Harry ; “ only I should 
think it was something dreadful, if it looked 
like Guy Fawkes after he’d been dead all those 
years.” 

“ An effigy is a figure or likeness made to 
represent some one. When we speak of burn- 
ing any one’s effigy, we mean burning a figure 
made to resemble them.” 

“How did any body now know what Guy 
Fawkes was like ? ” 

“ Don’t you remember I told you what kind 
of looking man he was when we first made his 


Fifth of November in Old Englmid, 129 

acquaintance in the cellar und^ the House of 
Lords. History has handed down to us some 
idea of his personal appearance ; but the makers 
of his effigies are not very particular to have a 
correct likeness. It is very easy to tell who is 
intended by the effigies which make their ap- 
pearance on the Gunpowder -Plot day, however 
different they may be one from another.” 

“ What do they look like, aunty ? ” 

“ Like something very ugly, Willie.” 

“ How did it come. Aunt Lizzie?” 

“ It was carried in* a chair, Lucy ; there was 
quite a large group of boys and men around it, 
and they sang or chanted a queer old ballad, 
which is used, in one form or other, all through 
England — the variations are not great.” 

“Will you please repeat it, aunty ? ” 

“ Eemember, remember, 

The Fifth of November, 

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot: 

There is no reason 
Why Gunpowder Treason 
Should ever be forgot. 


130 Fifth of November in Old Englmid, 


“ A stick and a stake, 

For Victoria’s sake — 

Hallo boys 1 hallo 1 hallo ! hallo I . 

Pray remember old Guy 1 
Please to remember the bonfire, too 1 ” 

“ What did they mean, aunty ? ” 

“ They meant that they wanted the people at 

whose houses they called and sang this strange 

ditty to give them wood or coal for their 

✓ 

bonfire at night, when they should burn Mr. 
Fawkes. In Oxfordshire the ballad is just a 
little different ; it runs thu5 : 

“ The Fifth of November, 

Since I can remember 
Gunpowder Treason and Plot, 

This is the day 
That God did prevent. 

To blow up his King and parliament. 

“ A stick and a stake, 

For Victoria’s sake. 

If you wont give me one, 

I’ll take two. 

The better for me. 

The worse for you 1” 


Fifth of November in Old England, 13 1 

Howsoever they vary the ditty, the appeal at 
the end is not omitted ; ^ Pray remember Guy 1 
Please to remember Guy ! Please to remember 
the bonfire ! ’ ” 

We shall have to learn those verses, Willie, if 
we have a Fifth of November, because you know 
we shall want to say them to mamma for her 
to give us some coal.” 

“What did they do next, aunty ! ” 

“They just went from house to house until 
either they were tired, or their wants were 
satisfied.” 

“ How did Guy look ? What was he made 
of? ” inquired Willie. 

“ He looked very much like what he was— a 
man of straw.” 

“ Straw ! How did they do him ? ” 

. “ They had got an old coat and an old pair 
of trousers, and stufied them with straw, and 
they had got a mask for a face, and put a 
pointed cap, like what the noblemen’s fools or 
jesters used to wear, on the figure’s head ; very 


132 Fifth of November in Old England. 

often they put a lantern in one hand, and a 
bunch of matches in the other. Then, too, 
they put crackers into his coat pockets, so when 
he is thrown into the bonfire he goes off with 
a great explosion.” 

“ O how splendid 1 I should just like to be 
in England for once to see how it all is. O I 
hope papa will let us have a bonfire, and we’ll 
get Uncle Walter to make us a Guy Fawkes ! ” 
and Harry rose from his seat, and jumped 
round to give vent to his exciting anticipa- 
tions. 

‘‘Did you ever hear the expression, ‘What a 
Guy he makes of himself ! ’ Harry ? ” 

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie; but I never understood 
what it meant.” 

“ I think it must have had its origin in the 
Fifth of November Guys, they are such ob- 
jects.” 

“What time do they begin letting off fire- 
works, aunty ? ” 

“ As soon as it is dark, which in winter is 


Fifth of November in Old England. 133 

earlier than in yonr country. Many boys, how- 
ever, do not wait until the Fifth ; they begin 
several nights before, so that we say when we 
hear the repeated explosions, ^ The Fifth of 
November is coming.’ ” 

“Do you think the boys know why they 
celebrate it, aunty?” 

“ I think most of them do, Harry ; but I was 
very much amused last year by an answer I re- 
ceived from a little girl. We had been talking 
about the Guy Fawkes we had seen that morn- 
ing, and I asked her why we keep the ^ Fifth of 
November.’ She said, ‘Because Guy Fawkes 
blew up the King and the Parliament;’ So, of 
course, I told her that was just what he did not 
do, and I think little Mary Stanley will never 
forget again. And now I iflust tell you about 
the evening of last ‘ Fifth of November,’ which 
was, as Harry expresses it, ‘splendid.’ I was 
invited to spend the evening at a friend’s house 
at Theobalds.” 


“ O, aunty, what a queer name I ” 


134 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“ So I thought when I first heard it, Willie ; 
but I found it was a queer name for a very nice 
place. It is the name of an estate not many 
miles from London, which many years ago be- 
longed to Cecil, Earl of Salisbury. In the year 
1607, two years after Gunpowder Plot, the Queen, 
James the First’s wife, induced Cecil to ex- 
change it for her dower palace of Hatfield, and 
for a good many years it was a favorite country 
palace of the royal Stuarts.” 

And is there a palace there now, aunty ? ” 
asked Willie. 

“ Ho, my dear ; the palace at Theobalds was 
pulled down by Oliver Cromwell in 1650.” 

“ O dear 1 why did he do it ? ” 

“ I don’t know, Willie. I think a good many 
mistakes were made by Cromwell and his Iron- 
sides in the pulling down of buildings — build- 
ings which we of antiquarian tastes would be 
glad to see.” 

“ Isn’t there any picture of it. Aunt Lizzie ? ” 
I have seen an old print of it. I wish I 


Fifth of November in Old England.' 135 

had a copy of it here to show you. It re- 
minded me just a little of the Tower, though 
of course it was not so heavy looking. It was 
described in the Augmentation Office, after it 
was marked for destruction by Cromwell, as a 
quadrangle of a hundred and ten feet square.” 

“ What is quadrangle, aunty % ” 

It is a square, Lucy. A quadrangular build- 
ing is one which is built in a square. There 
are walls on four sides, and a square space in 
the centei^ The suite of apartments for the 
Queen’s private use were situated on the south 
side, the Prince’s lodgings were on the north 
side, cloisters were on the east side, and a glo- 
rious gallery, one hundred and twelve feet in 
length, occupied the west. Yery much En- 
gland admired this palace once upon a time. I 
do not think it would meet modem taste so 
well.” 

. “ Did it stand in a pretty place ? ” 

“ Yes, with beautiful woods and grounds 
around it. And k is a comfort to think that 

Fourth of July. 9 


136 Fifth of November in Old England. 

though the building could easily be destroyed 
the beautiful natural scenery could not.” 

“ Is there any house there now, aunty ? ” 

“ Yes ; three or four very good houses stand 
on the site of the old palace. In one of these 
some friends of mine live, and it was there I 
spent last Fifth of November evening. The 
principal staircase in this house used to be 
in the palace, and a very fine old staircase it 
is.” 

‘‘ What is it like. Aunt Lizzie ? ” • » 

“ It is very wide, with very easy steps. It is 
made of dark, polished oak.” 

“ Is there any thing else that belonged to the 
old palace, aunty % ” 

“ I only know of part of the garden wall, 
Willie, and the terrace walk in the lovely gar- 
den, and a right royal walk it is — so broad and 
level — ^with the slope down to the smooth lawn 
alongside it. I love to walk there, and think 
of the stately ladies and courtly knights who 
trod there centuries ago.” 


Fifth of November in Old England. 137 

O, auntj, how I should like to go ! ” ex- 
claimed Willie. 

“ And did they let fireworks off there, 
aunty ? ” inquired Harry. 

“Ho, Harry, not in the garden. There 
is a field in front of the house, and it was 
there the bonfire was piled and the fireworks 
let off.’’ 

“ Was it a large fire ? ” 

“ Yes, quite large. There were a good many 
boys, and a splendid time they had jumping 
around the blazing pile. And these boys had 
made a subscription among themselves and 
their friends, and had got quite a large sum 
for their fireworks. Then, too, some of their 
friends came who brought a large addition of 
fireworks from London, so we had quite a grand 
exhibition.” 

“ What kind of fireworks were they ? ” asked 
Harry, whose mind was still fired with a desire 
to do like the English boys on the coming 
Fifth. 


138 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“ There were dozens and dozens of squibs, 
and crackers, and Roman candles, and rockets, 
some of which were very pretty ; then they 
had, at intervals, a grand ‘ piece one would be 
called a ‘fountain of light,’ and another a 
‘shower of serpents,’ and so on. The exhibi- 
tion proved very attractive to others besides the 
invited guests, for hundreds of people came 
from the villages near and stood in the field, 
enjoying the glee and merriment of the boys 
and the beauty of the fiery pageant.” 

“ Were you out in the field, aunty ?” 

“]N^o, my boy. I didn’t want to get my 
clothes singed and my hands scorched, as one of 
the ladies did who ventured out and took active 
part in the proceedings. I sufficiently enjoyed 
the excellent view I had from the windows of 
the house. It was a very animated scene, I 
assure you. There were the figures of the boys 
standing out in bold relief against the great 
fire, the constant succession of jets of beautiful 
fiery spray, ever and anon the whole scene il- 


Fifth of November in Old England, 1 39 

• 

laminated with red or green or blue light, and 
over all, shining alike on actors and spectators, 
the calm, soft light of the moon.” 

“ Didn’t that spoil it, aunty % ” 

“ No, my dear. At first we were rather 
sorry that there was bright moonlight, thinking 
it would diminish the effect of the fireworks, 
but we soon came to the conclusion that the 
advantages of moonlight were greater than the 
disadvantages, for it did not very materially 
damage tlTe effect of the fireworks, and it 
added wonderfully to the enjoyment of the 
whole scene. It threw over it a softness of 
beauty which nothing else could have done. 
It revealed to us dim distances beyond the -fire 
and the fiitting figures, and it lighted up the 
interested groups of spectators around. There 
was a combination of artificial and natural light 
which produced a weird and enchantment-like 
effect.” 

“How I wish I’d been there I sighed 
Harry, 


140 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“ ITo doubt you would have enjoyed it won- 
derfully.” 

“ O ! we must get papa to let us have a Fifth 
of ISTovember, something like it.” 

“ Perhaps mamma may object more than 
papa, Harry.” 

‘‘ Why, aunty ? ” 

“Because she may be afraid her boys will 
burn themselves.” 

“Well; but, aunty, you know we had some 
fireworks on the Fourth of July, and we didn’t 
burn ourselves the least bit ; wont you ask 
mamma, aunty ? and wont you help us % ” 

“ I’m afraid. I don’t like fire well enough 
to help you much, Harry. Your Uncle Walter 
would be more helpful, I imagine.” 

“ O yes! And I do think if Uncle Walter 
would say he would take care we didn’t ‘ get 
into mischief,’ that’s what he calls our fun, 
aunty, I do think mamma would let us, and 
you could show us how to fnake a Guy Fawkes, 
couldn’t you. Aunt Lizzie ? I should want him 


Fifth of November in Old England . , 141 

as ugly as ever he could be, because of that 
wicked intention oMiis.” 

“ Ah, my boy, you see in the case, of Guy 
Fawkes an illustration of how men’s deeds live 
after them. Little he thought when he was 
planning to blow up the King, that hundreds 
of years afterward, year by year, his effigy 
would be blown up and burned ; but so it is, 
and so it is likely to be, so long as there are 
boys in England who love gunpowder. And 
this love of theirs will not be more lasting 
than the principle that the good or evil which 
a man does lives after him. We ought to be 
very careful, Harry, how we live, not alone for 
our own sakes and our own reputation, but 
because of the influence which will go down 
from us to succeeding generations,” 

“I never thought of that, aunty, that our 
deeds would affect people after we are dead.” 

“But you think of it now, don’t you, 
Harry ? ” 

“Yes, Aunt Lizzie.” 


142 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“Did you ever throw a stone into a pond, 
Harry, and watch the circles spread and spread, 
wider and wider, until they reached the very 
sides of the pond ? ” 

“ O yes ! why that’s one of our fine pieces of 
fun. When I go to Glenburgh, Cousin Henry 
and I go to the pond in the fields at the hack 
of grandpapa’s house, and we try which can 
throw a stone nearest the center, and then we 
watch the circles widen and widen, after my 
stone has been thrown in, and when they’ve 
nearly reached the edge of the water, then 
Henry throws a stone in, and the circles rise 
up.” 

“Well, that’s just like infiuence, 'Harry. 
We act and react on each other in ever-widen- 

I 

ing circles, so that we cannot know how far 
our infiuence will extend ; and you must try to 
remember, dear children, that no child is too 
little, or too young, to exert an infiuence. If 
you were to throw a small stone into a pool 
of water, you would find that would produce 


Fifth of November in Old Englmid. 143 

circles just as surely as if you threw in a large 
one. And there is another thing I want you to 
observe about influence, and that is, that we are 
always exerting it ; sometimes consciously, that 
is, when we try to lead people to good or bad ; 
and sometimes unconsciously, that is, when our 
lives, our words or actions, speak to others. See 
how important it is that we should be pure and 
holy in ohr hearts and lives, for the sake of 
others.” 

“I should like to be good, good always, 
aunty,” said "Willie, gently. 

“ Often ask the loving Jesus to make you so, 
dear child and Miss Willis kissed the sweet 
face of the boy, and thought within her heart 
that the Loving One had already stamped the 
child his own. There was a delicacy in his 
face, which made her fear sometimes that the 
fair earthly flower would not be left to bloom 
long outside the gates of paradise. Often, when 
they two were alone, Willie would climb upon 
her lap, and throwing his arms around aunty’s 


144 Fifth of November in Old England, 

neck, would almost smother her with kisses, 
and then sliding down to a little stool at her 
feet, would beg of her to tell him again about 
-that Judean boj who puzzled the wise doctors 
in the temple ; and they talked, these two, about 
that scene in ’Jerusalem, until they seemed 
themselves to stand within the precincts of the 
temple, and became familiar with the precious 
stones which adorned it, and seemed to see the 
aged Rabbis listening in astonishment to that 
wondrous child, Jesus, as he spake with wis- 
dom beyond his years. And then they talked, 
these two, about the beautiful heaven which 
was revealed to John in Patmos, and Willie’s 
face grew brighter and brighter as aunty spoke 
of the time when the Saviour would come again 
to take home those who were loving and serving 
him on earth. 

These ‘‘ nice talks,” as Willie called them, 
did not often come to a natural ending; for 
they wer^ dearly loved by both, and neither 
was in haste to close them. Generally they 


Fifth of November in Old Englmid. 145 

were interrupted by Harry, who would come 
in, in all his boyish eagerness, to unfold to 
aunty some grand scheme in which he wanted 
to enlist her sympathy and help. 

One day Willie had just coaxed aunty into 
singing for him ‘‘ Beautiful Zion, built above,” 
when Harry’s voice was heard in the hall shout- 
ing hurra, hurra ! And he soon burst into the 
room, exclaiming, O, Aunt Lizzie ! he’s come ! 
he’s come ! ” 

“ Who has come, Harry ? ” 

“Why, Uncle Walter!” in a tone which 
said^ “ Who could it be but he, to make me so 
glad?” 

Yery bright was the smile which came on 
Willie’s face as he heard the good news, and 
very pleased the tone in which he exclaimed, 
“ O, Harry, how glad I am I 

There was that in Uncle Walter which met 
the gentleness of Willie’s nature just as truly 
as the impetuosity of Harry’s. There was no 
one whom Willie loved, after papa and mamma, 


146 Fifth of November in Old Erigland. 

with the ardor of affection which he bestowed 
on Uncle Walter. Now, however, Aunt Lizzie 
had won a place equal in degree, though differ- 
ent in kind, from that which the joung clergy- 
man held in the boy’s heart, and he was eager 
to tell his uncle of all the pleasant things 
which Miss Willis had told him about En- 
gland. 

The party which gathered in the parlor that 
evening was a very happy one. There were Mr. 
and Mrs. Prescott, as bright as any ; there was 
Miss Willis, with the dear little Lucy in her lap, 
and there was the Rev. Walter Prescott, with his 
two nephews beside him, holding him in very 
close siege, and asking him innumerable ques- 
tions ; the leading ones, however, having refer- 
ence to the all-important ‘‘ Fifth of November” 
topic. . 

“Uncle Walter,” began Harry, “did you 
know there was a ‘Fifth of November’ in 
England ? ” 

“ I always supposed so, Harry, just as much 


Fifth of November in Old England. 147 

as I stippose there is a First of January in that 
far-away land.’’ 

“ Well ; but I mean, did you know there was • 
a ‘ Fifth of JSTovember ’ there, just as much as 
we have a ‘ Fourth of July ’ here % ” 

“ I knew there was a particular ‘ Fifth of 
FTovember ’ some hundreds of years ago, Har- 

• ry ; but I cannot see any parallel between that 
and the ‘ Fourth of July.’ ” 

“Well, the history wasn’t like, one bit, but 
the way the boys keep it is.” 

“ And w^hat about the history, my boy ? ” 

• “ O ! I know all about it, uncle, every bit, and 
I can tell you it without making a mistake, as 
I did when I was little about General Wash- 
ington.” Every body laughed at this reminis- 
cence of Harry’s, except Miss Willis, who 
looked for an explanation. 

“ I had been telling these nephews of ours a 
story one day. Miss Willis, (and, if you have 
not yet made the discovery, let me tell you 
they are mightily fond of stories,) a story about 


148 Fifth of November in Old England, 

•a certain island called Britain, where the people 
were savages, and how one Julius Caesar came 
and conquered them. A day or two afterward I 
heard Harry repeating this story pretty cor- 
rectly to some other little hoys, only, instead of 
saying that it was Julius Caesar who conquered 
the Britons, he concluded his story very grandly 
by asserting that it was General Washington 
who beat the British, and so the island became 
civilized ! ” 

Miss Willis joined in the laugh now, saying 
she had already found that General Washington 
was to Harry the greatest hero of ancient or 
modern times, and she was prepared now to 
hear of him as the victor at Thermopylae. 

“ O ! I know better now, aunty ; but he was 
a glorious man ! ” 

“Well done, my boy! ’’said Mr. Prescott; 
“ and now I think, after such strong assurance 
of your patriotism, we can let you keep ‘ Fifth 
of November’ in English style, without danger 
of any change of fealty. I must tell you 


Fifth of November in Old England. . 149 

Walter, these boys have been entreating 
mamma and me to let them keep Gunpowder 
Plot Day as the boys do in England, and now 
you are here to help, and Aunt Lizzie to 
direct, I think we can indulge them in this 
fancy.” 

“ I should be glad to help, brother, but I am 
ashamed to say I must plead entire ignorance 
of the English customs on that particular 
day.” 

“ O ! we can tell you ! we can tell you all 
about it ! ” exclaimed both the boys. Where- 
upon they proceeded to enlighten Uncle 
Walter, and surprised every body by repeating 
perfectly the ballad which Miss Willis had 
written out 'for them. So it was settled, and 
Harry was to write a note of invitation to his 
cousins at Glenburgh, and this was the epistle 
he dispatched : 

“Dear Henry, and all of you: Papa 
says we may have a ^ Fifth of November,’ and 


150 Fifth of November in Old England. 

Aunt Lizzie has told us all that the bojs do in 
England, and Uncle Walter has come, and he’s 
going to help us, and we shall have a splendid 
time, I know. And so you must all be sure 
and come, and come on the Fourth, mamma 
says, and then you’ll be in time to help us 
make Guy Fawkes. 

“ Good-bye, from your affectionate cousin, 

“ Hakry. 

Nothing was wanting to complete Harry’s 
delight, when, in due time, he received from 
his cousin Henry, the following reply ^to his 
note of invitation : 

“ My Dear Harry : It is all going to hap- 
pen just as we want it should, for papa has 
business which will take him to the city for two 
or three days, and so he says we may just as well 
come as not ; and do you know, I verily believe 
he is interested himself in the Fifth of Novem- 
ber, by the way he talks about it. I am very 


Fifth of November in Old E 7 tgland. 1 5 1 

^lad papa can come with us for Pressie’s sake, 
as mamma says she should be afraid to let 
Pressie come if papa didn’t. We shall come 
on the fourth. 

“Tour loving cousin, 

“ Henkt Sterling.” 

The fourth came, and with it Mr. Sterling and 
the children from Glenburgh, and nothing could 
exceed the merriment and glee on every hand 
as the young folks talked over the coming day. 
One great element of delight to Fanny, Henry, 
and Pressie Sterling was the presence of Uncle 
Walter, who was as much a favorite with them 
as with the city children. Uncle Walter 
himself seemed very happy, as he sat with 
Lucy on one knee and Pressie op the other, 
and told them stories — “real stones, of things 
which had actually happened,” as Pressie told 
Fanny. 

Pressie felt glad to think that Uncle Walter 
^as his uncle, as much as he was Lucy’s, 

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152 Fifth of November in Old England, 

and this train of thought led him to his old* 
difficulty, “Why wasn’t Miss Willis his aunt 
too ? ” 

So he looked up in Uncle Walter’s face, 
and asked him ; whereupon there -was a 
very mischievous twinkle in Fanny’s black 
eyes, which neither Pressie nor Uncle Walter 
saw. 

At length the boy was satisfied ; he 
understood now what had puzzled him so 
long, and told Lucy, “ Uncle Walter always 
did make things plainer than any body 
else.” 

On the morning of the Fifth, what a grand 
season there was in the carriage-house, making 
Guy Fawkes. It was well Uncle Walter was 
there to assist the children, otherwise poor 
Guy must have lain prostrate, or stood upright, 
for, in stuffing the old pantaloons obtained for 
the occasion, they had forgotten to make him 
any joints ; and gre^t was their perplexity when % 
they found they couldn’t any how fix him into the j 


Fifth of November in Old England. 153 

chair. Just at this juncture Aunt Lizzie and 
Fanny came in, bringing the crowning article 
of Guy’s costume, an elaborate fool’s cap, the 
like of which had never been seen in the great 
republic. Yery heartily they joined in the 
laugh about Guy’s inability to sit in a chair. 
Uncle Water soon remedied the defect, and 
then mask and cap were duly mounted, 
and the delight of the young folks knew no 
bounds.* 

“Well, he is a Guy, and no mistake ! ” ex- 
claimed Fanny. 

“ O Cousin Fanny, Aunt Lizzie says she be- 
lieves that expression came to be used because 
of these very Guy Fawkes’s !•” 

Then to see how the boys jumped about the 
still figure in the chair, Pressie exclaiming, “ O 
Lucy ! Lucy ! come and feel at his fingers ! 
What did you make them of, Henry ? ” 

“ Only of a pair of Uncle Henry’s old gloves, 
stuffed with bran,” said Henry. 

* See’ Frontispiece, 


154 Fifth of November in Old England. 

“iN’oWj boys, wont you carry him round the 
yard for mamma to see ? ” 

This suggestion from Uncle Walter had no 
need to be repeated, and Harry and his Cousiu 
Henry soon took the ends of the poles which 
were fixed under the chair and marched away, 
Harry and Willie chanting the old ballad, and 
the* rest of the children joining in the chorus. 
So the procession came to the window of 
Mrs. Prescott’s parlor, and I need not tell you 
how heartily she laughed, nor how even “baby” 
crowed with delight. 

Time had wings that day, for what with 
making Guy Pawkes, and admiring him when 
he was made, and building the bonfire, there 
was little unoccupied time. Uncle Walter 
stayed with them nearly all day, his soul re- 
freshed by the simplicity of the bright young 
spirits around him, and his whole nature 
relaxing in needed change from the hard 
work which had been pressing upon him in 
his parish. 


Fifth of November in Old Englmtd. 155 

The children had an early dinner, and were 
to have tea in the nursery, where a few of their 
city friends were to join them for the evening’s 
grand celebration. How they wondered all the 
afternoon whether it would be dark very soon 
that night ! 

Aunt Lizzie left the company in the drawing 
room early, for she had promised to preside at 
the children’s tea. Great was her surprise, when 
she entered the nursery for this purpose, to see 
at the head of the table a chair wreathed over 
with ' evergreens, and an illuminated motto, 
“Hail to Old England’s Hose,” placed among 
the greenery, and on her plate was a tiny bou- 
quet of blush roses, only a little less blooming 
than herself. Yery bright was her color when 
she saw the delicate compliment implied in 
the motto, and brighter still it grew when 
Harry whispered, “It was Uncle Walter did 
that, aunty ; ” but Harry did not know, nor 
any body else, except Uncle Walter himself, 
where the roses came from. 


156 Fifth of November in Old England. 

It was as dark as could be desired when tea 
was over; for, will you believe me, Uncle Wal- 
ter had come in, and taken the other end of the 
table, and he told the children so many stories 
that tea was a very prolonged affair indeed ; 
and to say the truth, I believe he did it pur- 
posely, because he knew if there was any time 
to wait for the darkness it would seem a weary 
time. And now there was nothing to do but to 
dress up warm and go into the yard. The 
children insisted that Miss Willis should put a 
light to the bonfire, because, as Harry said, “ We 
should never have bad this splendid time if it 
hadn’t been for Aunt Lizzie and Guy Fawkes, 
and she must do something.^ and we know she 
wont let any crackers off, because she said so.” 

So Aunt Lizzie applied the match, and soon a 
bright gleam arose, which fell on delighted 
faces, and showed a very quiet smile on Uncle 
Walter’s face. Was it for the queer juxtaposi- 
tion in which Harry had placed his aunt’s name 
and that of Guy Fawkes? 


Fifth of November in Old England. 157 

And nowAliss Willis went^into the house, to 
watch, with her sister, the proceedings outside. 

Again the procession formed, and marched 
round the yard, Harry and his cousin bear- 
ing Guy Fawkes between them, while Mr. 
Prescott and his brother let off squibs and 
crackers. Again the old ballad accompanied 
Guy Fawkes’s progress, and again all joined the 
chorus. 

Mrs. Prescott had made a private arrange- 
ment with her husband to make the out-of-doors 
proceedings as brief as possible, lest the chil- 
dren should take cold, so the fire-works suc- 
ceeded each other quickly, and by the time they 
were half exhausted the fire had burned up suf- 
ficiently to form a fitting throne for Guy Fawkes, 
so papa and Uncle Walter hoisted him on to the 
top of the burning pile. And to hear how the 
crackers went off then! and to see how the 
rockets flew out of Guy Fawkes’s pockets, right 
up into the sky ! and to watch how quickly this 
straw man burned up, mask and all, even the 


158 Fifth of November in Old England. 

cap aunty had made ! O, it was the crowning 
delight of all the evening! Then the remain- 
ing fire-works fizzed their fiery good-night, and 
all was over outside the house. There was to 
be a brief time of entertainment within doors, 
so that the transition from the high excitement 
to the quiet of bed might not be too sudden. As 
the children hastened in, took off their wrap- 
pings and entered the drawing-room, there was 
but one feeling in all hearts, that of intense sat- 
isfaction ; as Harry said, “ It was splendid.^ and 
he was very glad Aunt Lizzie had come from 
England and told them about the Fifth of No- 
vember!” and I’m afraid Harry was glad too 
(though he didn’t say so) that Guy Fawkes 
made his abortive attempt to blow up the King 
and the Parliament. 

And now Aunt Lizzie played and sang some 
sweet old English ballads ; and then the children 
joined in singing “My country, ’tis of thee, 
sweet land of liberty,” Fanny Sterling leading 
with her clear voice, and so worked off a little 




Fifth of November in Old England. 159 

of their excitement* and then Aunt Lizzie 
said she must sing her own country’s words, for 
that was the tune of “ God save the Queen,” 
and then she sang, 

“ God save our gracious Queen, 

Long live our noble Queen, 

God save the Queen 1 
Send her victorious, 

Happy and, glorious, 

Long to reign over us, 

God save the Queen I ’ ’ 

And as she began to repeat the refrain, Send 
her victorious,” “Stand up every body,” said 
Mr. Prescott, “ let us be English a little while,” 
•. and he and Uncle Walter joined their deep bass 
I voices to the sweet one which was leading, and 
f so sang the refrain so familiar and so dear to 
? every English heart. 

\ And so ended this English “Fifth of No- 
f vember” in the land which calls England 
“ Mother.” 



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